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04/08/2026

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04/08/2026

⭐ Treatment for alcohol use varies based on a person’s needs. But there are many choices today that make possible.

Call the 24/7 DMHAS Substance Use Services Access Line 1-800-563-4086 if you or someone you know is looking for help for alcohol use or misuse.

03/21/2026

Join the San Bernardino City Unified School District high school students as they create awareness about the dangers of fentanyl in their own words. Their me...

03/13/2026

This year’s Su***de Prevention Walk will be on May 9th at Fontaine Field in Norwich from 10-2. If you would like to set up a resource table to share your organization’s programs or events you can contact Erin Haggan at 860-823-3782 x3484 or
ehaggan@cityofnorwich.org. The walk is a day of community and connection, offering a great opportunity to engage with local families and residents.

03/12/2026

02/04/2026

Once someone has a substance use disorder, they’re not using substances to feel good — they’re using them to feel normal.

Over time, the brain requires more and more just to function at a baseline level, leading to changes in decision making, memory, judgment, and behavior control.

That’s why addiction is a health condition — and why treatment and support matter.

Learn more about the science of addiction at 👉 https://bit.ly/49LQ07R

02/03/2026

Unsure whether you or someone you know may be experiencing a mental health concern? Early warning signs may include changes in mood, sleeping too much, or feeling hopeless. Recognizing these signs is an important first step in seeking support: samhsa.gov/mental-health/what-is-mental-health

01/26/2026

In December 1934, a thirty-nine-year-old man named Bill Wilson lay trembling in a Manhattan hospital room, convinced his end was near. He had once been a Wall Street prodigy—making fortunes, losing them, winning them back. He had led soldiers in the Great War. He had been someone others trusted and admired. Now he was someone who shook when he passed a bar, who promised his wife Lois every morning that today would be different, and who meant it every time—yet failed every time.

Dr. William Silkworth, known by patients as “the little doctor,” pulled Lois aside and delivered a diagnosis that echoed in her mind for weeks: Bill suffered from an obsession of the mind and an allergy of the body. His case was considered hopeless. The choices were stark—commit him to an institution or prepare for his burial. There was no third path. Medicine had reached its limit.

At the time, alcoholism wasn’t viewed as a disease. It was seen as a moral flaw, a weakness, something society preferred to hide or erase. Sedatives barely eased Bill’s terror as he lay in that bed. He wasn’t cruel or careless; he wanted desperately to be decent. But the craving felt like a force inside him—stronger than love, pride, or sheer determination.

Then something gave way. Alone in that hospital room, Bill cried out—not in practiced faith, but in total surrender: “If there is a God, let Him show Himself. I am ready to do anything. Anything.” What followed was something Bill struggled to put into words for the rest of his life. He spoke of a sudden brightness filling the room, a deep calm washing over him. The shaking stopped. For the first time in years, the craving fell silent.

When Dr. Silkworth returned, Bill told him everything, fearing he would be dismissed as unstable. Instead, the doctor listened and said quietly, “Whatever you’ve found, hold on to it. It’s better than anything this hospital can give you.” Bill left the hospital sober—but staying that way was another fight entirely.

For months, Bill tried to help other drinkers. He spoke about surrender, about faith, about change. He went into grim bars and overcrowded wards. He failed every time. Not a single person stayed sober. Then came May 1935. A business deal collapsed in Akron, Ohio, leaving Bill alone in the lobby of the Mayflower Hotel—angry, disappointed, and shaken. For the first time in five months, the urge returned.

From the lobby he heard laughter from the bar, glasses clinking, music drifting out. It sounded like relief. Like familiarity. Bill paced the floor in panic, knowing that if he walked through those doors, everything would unravel. Then a realization hit him: he didn’t need to lecture another alcoholic—he needed to talk to one to save himself.

He grabbed a directory and began calling churches. Most calls went nowhere. Finally, someone gave him a name: Dr. Bob Smith, a local surgeon who also struggled with drinking. Dr. Bob agreed to meet Bill for fifteen minutes, mostly out of courtesy. But when Bill arrived, he did something new. He didn’t lecture or moralize. He didn’t speak about willpower or judgment. He simply told his story—the hiding, the shaking, the morning dread, the promises broken, the obsession that made no sense.

Dr. Bob listened in silence. He had never heard someone describe his own inner chaos with such exactness. Fifteen minutes became six hours. They sat at a kitchen table drinking coffee until night fell and dawn returned. Something changed in that conversation. Bill realized that sharing weakness created strength. Dr. Bob realized he wasn’t alone or uniquely damaged.

It wasn’t a professional fixing a patient or a preacher correcting a sinner. It was two men clinging to each other in deep water. Dr. Bob took his last drink on June 10, 1935, and never drank again. They had found the answer—not a pill, not a rule, not fear or shame—but one struggling person helping another.

Together they began visiting hospitals, seeking out those written off as lost, telling them, “We have found a way out.” They didn’t charge money or chase recognition. They wrote a book outlining their approach—twelve steps focused on honesty, repair, and trusting something beyond oneself. They called it Alcoholics Anonymous.

The movement grew slowly, then rapidly. Bankers, laborers, parents, doctors—people dismissed by society—began meeting in basements and community halls, drinking weak coffee and speaking honestly about their struggles. Bill Wilson remained sober for the rest of his life, though never flawless. He battled depression, made mistakes, and carried imperfections to the end. But he never forgot what he learned in that hotel lobby: survival required other people.

When Bill died in 1971, Alcoholics Anonymous had spread across the globe. Today, more than two million people meet in over 120,000 groups worldwide, each tracing its roots back to two men at a kitchen table in Akron. Science tried to solve addiction with treatment. The legal system tried punishment. Bill Wilson showed that sometimes the real answer is connection—one imperfect person helping another find a way forward.

The doctor said there were only two options: an institution or a burial. Bill Wilson created a third—honesty, connection, and the refusal to face the darkness alone. That third option has changed millions of lives.

12/16/2025

📢 Join us this Wednesday at 6 pm for the CSO Family Support Group! Connect with others who are navigating the affects of addiction. Together, we learn, share, and support each other. You're not alone in this journey. 🤝

12/15/2025

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