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Sober Shepherds: Because Every Voice Matters

At Sober Shepherds®, sobriety isn’t a finish line — it’s a journey we walk together, one day at a time. We don’t hide behind numbers or titles. We are fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, and friends — ordinary people learning to live with honesty, courage, and faith. We believe in the power of honesty. We believe in the courage it takes to tell your sto

ry, and the healing that comes when someone else hears it and realizes they’re not alone. We don’t offer coaching. We don’t sell easy answers. We simply offer truth, connection, and the reminder that you don’t have to be somebody to mean something. Our community exists to reach those who feel out of place, those who’ve been told they don’t belong, those who carry shame in silence. We are not here to glorify success stories packaged for validation and tailored for recognition. We are here for the raw, the messy, the ones who wonder if they matter. Because here — you do.

11/21/2025

Appetite For Reconstruction: By David Weitz

If your social life in the new millennium consists of dozens of apps and tattle-tale newsfeeds that wreak a stench in what has now become typical of many American households, welcome to my rage against the machine! First, I would like to clear away the thick smog Hollywood blows into our east coast living rooms, filling them with deliberately inappropriate messages sent from the media war front. What seemed so electrifying when I was growing up has somehow transformed itself into an overdeveloped sense of veracity and competitive voyeurism. Therefore, even though I had never met Steven Adler in person, I knew the prospect for his voice to be heard without the hype of a critic looking at a score card was much better with me than any other journalist he would meet anytime soon.

Most people know Steven Adler as the drummer from Guns N’ Roses, one of the most popular rock bands in the twentieth century. The gig Steven played, most people can only dream of living while awake. Seriously, who doesn’t fantasize about being in a rock band selling out arenas around the world? I don’t know one human being on this planet who wouldn’t want thousands of screaming fans begging for an autograph just because you’re you! How many times have you turned on the radio, only to hear a song you wish were yours, a song everyone in the world was singing? Being a rock star sure seems to be a better profession than one that requires putting on a pair of tan slacks and a crummy collared shirt five days a week.

Most Americans I know, given the choice, would leave their domestic habitat in a flash to hop a flight to anywhere just to get away from the stress of trying to be the adult they were expected to be instead of following their dream. For the most part America’s youth sets up shop according to the only blue print they are raised to pursue. It seems that doing what you’re told is a much better street to follow than chancing the road less traveled.

As understood by the public, the same network that once played his music videos decided to give Steven Adler a new opportunity to recollect some of his experiences from an intoxicated career laced with regret. Hesitantly but willingly, he stepped forward to address his jaded past, allowing executive producers to create a story about what it’s been like to be Steven Adler for the past twenty years. In actuality, the programmed realism and the truth are two completely different reality shows.

I didn’t seek this interview to drill a famous drummer who was idolized at one time by so many teenagers. I knew walking into this that I would have to risk questioning a sensitive “pincushion” who comes with the baggage of being a public outcast. I knew I had to dig deeper than the rest if I were to reach an exhausted spirit whose heart is wary of any individual with a recorder in his right hand. Looking back now, I’m glad I don’t watch much television. It helped keep my mind open to the endless possibilities that occur once someone makes up his mind that enough is enough.

In the course of two conversations I convinced Steven to accept the angle I wanted to report in this story. During my entire life I have always strived to do things differently. I already knew that I could relate to Steven’s troubles on a level that only two addicts could recognize, regardless of the size of their bathrooms. With candid questioning, aimed directly at his heart, I pointed out our similarities to encourage him to believe that I was just a middle-class nobody seeking to hear his truth.

“So, Steven, I’m a recovering he**in addict myself.” I began. “My behaviors in active addiction were identical to yours, but my actions weren’t videotaped and publicly broadcasted in front of millions of viewers. Tell my readers what it felt like to have seen yourself on national television after you relapsed?”

“Actually, it was the best thing that ever could have happened for me.” Steven replied as we connected. “Every addict needs to be videotaped so they can see for themselves the next day what their friends and family are talking about when they have no idea.”

“Were you shamed and embarrassed?” I asked.

“Yes, I felt a lot shame and was very embarrassed, but it definitely woke my ass up. Unfortunately, I had to be arrested and forced into rehab. First, I did Celebrity Rehab and then a short time later I did Celebrity Sober House. When I showed up there high with he**in, tinfoil and syringes they had me arrested that night. When I was put in front of the judge, he said to me, ‘I’m going to put you in jail for one year or you can go into rehab for ninety days.’ I mean, I might be goofy, but I’m no dummy,” Adler admitted.

Anyone recovering from the disease of addiction will tell you that hitting the bottom requires admitting complete defeat. However, some of us require much more humiliation than others. When the pain becomes immeasurable we prepare ourselves to go to any and all lengths to finally begin the recovery process. In Steven Adler’s case it was his international fame that took him to the top of a mountain, and he could not see his way down. It was the lifestyle and the magnified ego that come along with being a rock star that make the stakes higher for a fatality than for completing the journey back down the mountain. Nevertheless, it was witnessing himself on national television, fumbling down a flight of stairs that finally brought Steven Adler the moment of clarity that humbled him.

Like anyone trudging this road, we learn early through active twelve step work that a lifetime of resentment and finger pointing play a significant role in what keeps an addict’s minds from being able to heal. Being taught to take responsibility for your actions and learning to forgive others can take a lifetime prisoner into the free world. This is the miracle those who are recovering can attest to and what Steven and I further discussed in our interview.

“Obviously, Steven, you’ve been through a lot since having been separated from your band and especially your friend, Slash, who you’ve known since you were eleven. Now that you’re sober what has your process been like to try and heal past wounds?”

“Well, for twenty years, Slash and I didn’t have a relationship,” confessed Adler. We didn’t talk, we didn’t discuss anything. He was doing his thing, I was doing my thing. So, it’s really nice to have my have my oldest and best friend who I accomplished so much with back in my life again.” Adler said.

“And the rest of the band?” I added.

“I got my old relationships back in my life again with, Duff, Izzy and Axl too. I felt for twenty years that they let me down. I waited all this time for them to come and apologize to me. I finally accepted responsibility for everything that has happened in my life and realized that I needed to apologize to them. Unfortunately, it took twenty years and working with Dr. Drew and Bob Forrest to realize that they didn’t let me down. I let them down,” he added.

By this time in the interview, Steven and I were as connected as two human beings who self-proclaim the desire for change. He was no longer a violent, angry and lonely man on top of a mountain isolated from the world that he despised. I could feel Steven enjoying our humble conversation about the obstacles to be overcome in order to establish a lifestyle that demands rigorous honesty, courage and blind faith. By accepting the spiritual principles he needed in order to address the decades of bitterness that hindered his ability to let go of his past, he was able to jump right to the number one offender.

“I hated the way I felt, how I was living and how I treated people! I’ve been to rehab twenty-five times, and it was a waste of time because I never gave myself a chance. I was finally given another opportunity to change my life, and I took it for everything that it was worth,” Adler said.

“So what you’re saying is that resentments are what kept you sick and are the number one reason that you continued to keep getting high all these years?” I asked.

“I was angry with people who weren’t even thinking about me. I would think about how much I hated people for what they did to me when that was just another excuse to keep getting high. I really never gave myself a chance. Making an amends to all the people I had wronged was such a relief! I’m forty-six years old; I’m not a teenager anymore. I better have learned something by now or I’m in trouble,” said Adler.

“And now that you’re free today from active addiction who are some of the people you speak with when you get an itch to get high or are feeling uncomfortable in your own skin?” I asked.
I call Slash, Bob Forrest, my wife, my brother. I mean, I have people back in my life now, but I lost their respect and had to prove myself. It took time for the people I loved to accept and trust me again,” Adler said.

“So what would you tell a fan of yours or a newcomer who is just getting sober?” I asked.

“Just give it a chance and be honest with yourself. Face the facts; you were the one doing drugs. No one put a needle in your arm, or a pipe in your mouth, you did it. For any addict out there trying to get sober you got to stop hating or it’s going to take your life away from you. I mean, the littlest things are just another excuse to do drugs again. You got to grow up!” said Adler.

“What about the addict who says, ‘No matter how many times I try, I just can’t get sober.’ What would you tell an addict that says, ‘I just can’t do it’?” I asked.

“You can never say ‘can’t’. If you say ‘can’t’, you might as well just roll up in a ball and die,” Adler replied.

It’s not news that active addiction carries a lifetime of disgust and personal hatred. But the only ones who can truly hear the hopeless cry for help are the ones who once carried the hopeless voice themselves. Whether you’re a rock star touring the world or the local clerk at a convenience store, those in recovery all share a common bond as addicts seeking a daily reprieve.

The fear-driven maze Steven Adler fell into required only one bad decision, and then took decades for him to find his way out. It seemed at first that his desperation was really a curse of humiliation. In truth, it was just the impetus required to finally right size himself. What the media views as entertainment is just a fuzzy version of the truth to keep you in your seat so that advertisers who spend millions of dollars can get their money’s worth. No one followed Steven Adler around for the twenty years that it took him to make it to Celebrity Rehab. And the reality is no one is going to follow him around as he processes all the crucial changes that will eventually draw him closer each day to finding his way down a mountain that took a lot longer to climb than one television season.

Personally, I don’t know many people who could have lived through Steven’s experience since it seems to demand anonymity to even consider it. Americans who are obsessed with reality television may view Steven Adler as a rock star stereotype, perfect for a Hollywood network production. However, off camera I spoke with a man who shared with me the identical pain that I once survived in order to be able receive the same grace. The chance to interview the person who plays the character we think we know was certainly a spiritual encounter I will not forget anytime soon. now here’s another very sensitive question. Should I tag Steven or Guns N’ Roses or just leave it on tagged? I think I should leave it un tagged. It truly is the appetite for reconstruction that only those who have been there can own.

11/19/2025

🕊️ Sober Shepherds® Podcast: "Startled"

Because recovery begins where your memory hides.

🕊️ THE MAN ON THE ROOF We hear the talk — our minds, they balk.We learn to crawl, and soon we walk.We’re taught to stand...
11/18/2025

🕊️ THE MAN ON THE ROOF

We hear the talk — our minds, they balk.
We learn to crawl, and soon we walk.
We’re taught to stand, new friends in hand;
Our jaded pasts grow future plans.

Some get this quick while others fail
What good are hammers without some nails?
What is this thing we all attend?
What is the message we try to send?

What do we know when we arrive
A human famished and barely alive.
The few who step forward to take such a chance,
With a handicapped spirit learning to dance.

I weighed barely nothing — my anger, my rage
A self-induced prison where I lived in a cage.
I don’t blame anyone for decades of shame;
I don’t behave now like something untamed.

I don’t growl anymore with a scared, vicious bark;
I credit these rooms — but in truth, it was Mark.
He knew of my pain and saw me insane,
Took interest in me, my ball, and my chain.

I talked out of bottles; he knew where I’d been.
An ounce of his love weighed more than my sin.
So I’d dress myself sober when life didn’t fit
He never once judged me each time I would quit.

He’d pick up the phone at the worst time of day
And tell me he loved me as I wasted away.
For years this went on — for years he stood by,
Encouraging me daily, coming down to my size.

And even the failure I felt I’d become
The beat he played then is now what I drum.
For the rest of my life, the one sober member,
The man I remember who helped me surrender

It always will be the man on the roof,
Whose message was stronger than 100 proof.
We think we all know — I know we all think
The message is simple: we don’t pick up a drink.

And that is the meaning behind him today
To remember this man
who
lived
just
that
way



In Loving Memory of Mark Andress
A Member of The Flourtown Center
Died Sober: June 26, 2011

11/16/2025

The reel reality of what you won’t see on Facebook this holiday season. 🕊️

11/15/2025

🕊️ God As I Don’t Understand Him

Thousands of newcomers who find their way into recovery arrive spiritually fractured. From an early age, our understanding of God begins shaping our character long before we ever recognize our struggle with substance abuse. We grow up surrounded by larger-than-life figures and religious authorities who mold us according to a blueprint designed to keep humanity in line. Once we accept their narrative, the teachings of these so-called enlightened figures can feel like poison—eroding any belief that we’ve followed the right path and leaving us convinced we’ve failed. Meanwhile, we hear others speak of reconciliation with a distant authority, a concept many of us can’t grasp at all.

For those who dare to revisit that blueprint, don’t be surprised when your highest expectations of God shatter under the weight of reality—when innocent lives are cut short before they graduate high school… when children die from curable diseases for lack of basic healthcare… when millions starve in third-world countries without a chance to eat. Our sober reality is often filled with unanswered—and unanswerable—questions.

In many parts of the world, we are fortunate to have access to countless recovery meetings. But in other countries, those suffering from the same illness must drive for hours to experience a single glimmer of hope, if they can attend meetings at all. And what about those living under systems where they cannot acknowledge any higher power other than the one they’re imprisoned under? Are we truly meant to understand God’s will for us—or is God’s will so complex that it lies far beyond human comprehension, even for the brightest minds?

Sometimes those who expect the least from a higher power gain the most from this unwritten journey. Until we land—broken from years of self-abuse—into the hands of others who have walked the same jagged path, the only power greater than ourselves is the substance we’re enslaved to. Once we get sober, a new way of life is offered to us without preconditions… and that alone becomes a power greater than anything available in this often cruel and unusual world. Perhaps, for the rest of us, God as we don’t understand Him might just be the best understanding of Him we can have.

11/13/2025

🕊️ Hope doesn’t knock loud — sometimes it whispers.

11/13/2025

🕊️ If you can’t change your situation, change the way you see it.

and should I say if you can’t change your situation change the way you say it or if you cannot change a situation I like your cause it’s personal

11/12/2025

🕊️ Surviving the holidays sober is the quietest kind of victory.

11/11/2025

Gratitude doesn’t change your past — it changes your perspective. 🕊️

11/08/2025

🕊️ The Miracle of Humility

After years of being defined the black sheep, we are offered a gift many fear they don’t deserve. The turbulence of our once horrible existence inverts into a pink cloud we float on a while through the persistence of firm determination to stay sober. The roughest times with substances always on our minds soon become a memory of our jaded past. A new way to cope with life becomes foreign territory. Fear still lives on the edge of our existence as we are formally introduced to life on life’s terms for the first time as adults. We accept the good news once the obsession has been lifted; that we will survive the beating that almost took our life. However, what isn’t apparent is how long we have been absent from reality.

For a period of time, we try to impress our new peers with our ability to seem friendly even though we still despise the world and everyone in it. People pleasing can turn from a seemingly good deed into resentment almost instantly. So soon into reaching for tags of accolades we may find ourselves in debt, quickly thinking maybe we can shop our way into positive decision making. Newcomers shack up with others blinded by low self-worth only to find out that water seeks its own level. The custom-tailored idea we have penciled out for ourselves is an impossible recovery to those who want this à la carte. Many cease to realize that if we can survive staying sober long enough without relapsing we reach the bottom of a new mountain and begin to climb our way out of hell. Every other attempt at healing other than what is suggested is just a lure to try and divert us.

We want this new way of life so badly that we think maybe elbow grease will carry us to where we witness others in their recovery. Some of us get the idea that with enough service and hard work we might receive an Oscar for best effort. We spend so many years as the pincushion to the world around as permanently damaged, when we do arrive and awaken to this opportunity, all we want is to get it perfect.

Humility is the key that opens the door to accepting ourselves as we are and not for the illusion we play to the rooms to how it is we’d like to be seen. Those who think their past is unique are convinced that others who share the same space stand in judgment as they plan to run from public ex*****on. However, it’s the very same people who reach for our chins to level our eyes we later define as real friends. They dust us off and share their experience with common miscalculations everyone experiences as newcomers.

Our new existence can only be taught to us by others who set the example. It is only through personal strife that we produce the very mortar needed to build a foundation powerful enough to withstand human error shared with others so publicly. The strength required to accept all that’s packaged with life’s disappointments redefines our thought process as we develop blind faith and continue to stay sober despite all current circumstances. As we build our new selves, we begin working with others proudly living the good advice fed to us few will ever find the courage to swallow. We pray daily to keep an open mind. Willingness becomes the inner strength needed to use these permanent tools for everlasting change. Within such priceless principles, we slowly evolve into a spiritual example for those who follow after us. Then, we freely give away this knowledge to someone who once stood in our shoes and pray that they too can survive the miracle of humility.

11/07/2025

Sober Shepherds® Podcast: "Growing up in Public"

Growing up in Public is a raw, funny, and heartfelt look at what it means to grow in recovery for the world to witness.

11/06/2025

Don’t survive in the shadows of addiction — live life fully in the light of sobriety 🕊️

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