Shrooomz:
Reborn after Tragedy

The Fairytale

I proposed to Libby on top of the Empire State Building.

We were good Christian kids — we didn't have sex before we got married. After we got married, we found out we were going to have a baby. At that point, I felt like I was living a fairytale. I had the woman I loved, a life we were building together, and a son on the way. His name was going to be Sam.

Until a split second mistake changed all that.

The Night Before Our First Anniversary

We were driving to celebrate our first anniversary. Libby was seven and a half months pregnant, asleep in the passenger seat. Sam was in her belly.

I fell asleep behind the wheel.

When I woke up in the hospital, they told me: "We only brought back your body from the accident."

Libby was gone. Sam was gone.

The Years After

For years I did what anybody does: tried my best, muscled through it. But I kept wondering if I was going to have to live like this forever. If this was the best I was ever going to get.

I remember lying on the floor of my little brother's apartment one night — green shag carpet — wondering if I was going to make it through. I told myself: if I do make it through, I swear to God I'm going to let other people know there's a way out. Because at the time it felt so hopeless, so trapped, that if I could find a way out I would tell people out of sheer exultation.

It took me another 4 years to find it.

When I Found It

When I found magic mushrooms — and found out that this solution was right here, available, and being kept from people — I was in awe.

And then I was furious.

All of those years I spent wondering if I was broken.
Wondering if it was my fault.
Wondering if I was ever going to feel any better.
Wondering if I was fatally flawed.

And all of that time, there was a natural solution that could have saved me all that misery. It was being kept from me because the people who sell the pretty pills don't want you to have it.

Everybody knows that magic mushrooms are going to be made legal — just like cannabis was. But it doesn't make any sense to me that people who are suffering should have to wait for the knuckleheads in Washington to get their act together before they feel better.

Why Shrooomz was Born...

The most devastating feeling about depression, anxiety, and PTSD is how they can make you feel powerless.

I found the way to get your power back. The people who sell the pretty pills don't want you to have it — but only you get to say what is right for you.

I didn't start Shrooomz for Libby. Or for Sam.

Instead, because you and I deserve to enjoy this life as best we can. We deserve to live life without that constant fear that the next shoe is going to drop...

Or that feeling of isolation...

Magic mushrooms has done that for me and thousands of others. Given us a renewed sense of life and purpose.

For people who want to live their lives that way, you deserve to access the tools that help you achieve it.