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Commentary: Breaking the trauma cycle with psilocybin
From Daniel Carcillo: In June 2015, for the second time, I hoisted the Stanley Cup trophy before a sold-out crowd in Chicago. It was everything I worked for over nine seasons, six teams and countless battles. What I didn’t know was that my biggest battle was still ahead. Article continues below this ad Just three months later, I was forced into retirement after years of head trauma – from at least seven diagnosed concussions – left me with depression, anxiety, fatigue and sensory overload.
Free Radicals: How Nitrous Oxide Galvanized Psychedelic Science - Mike Jay
Episode 316 In this episode of The Psychedelic Podcast, host Paul F. Austin welcomes cultural historian and acclaimed author Mike Jay. Together they explore the untold history of nitrous oxide, psychedelic experimentation in the Romantic era, and the deeper cultural and philosophical roots of psychedelic science. Mike shares insights from his latest book, Free Radicals, highlighting how figures like Humphry Davy and William James helped shape psychedelic thought long before the 1960s.
I Can't Live Like That Anymore
I don’t want someone else to be in this position. You have a lot more years to live after professional sports.
#718 Bare-knuckle boxing on ice
Major Misconduct: The Human Cost of Fighting in Hockey by Jeremy Allingham, with a foreword by Daniel Carcillo Vancouver: Arsenal Pulp Press, 2019 $22.95 / 9781551527710 Reviewed by Timothy Lewis * If you’re an ardent supporter of Canada’s recently deposed elder statesman of hockey commentary — Don Cherry — and his championing of fighting in the game, this is not the book for you! But if you’ve ever had qualms about hockey violence — fighting in particular — and the toll it takes on players,...
Major Misconduct: The Human Cost of Fighting in Hockey: Allingham, Jeremy, Carcillo, Daniel: 9781551527710: Books
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"I worshipped at the alter of hockey. I perked up when Don Cherry said things like “listen up kids” when he described violence in hockey & […]"
Read 79 tweets WHAT IT'S LIKE TO GROW UP MENTALLY ILL: A THREAD Here's what I mean by "grow up mentally ill:" I have had OCD since before I can remember. I have suffered due to trauma for as long as I can remember. I have fought against the misfirings of my brain for as long as I can remember. I have never not been mentally ill [TW: suicide, self harm] When we talk about mental illness, we rarely think about children. Literal children. Children as young as six who know what it means to be suicidal.
More Sting alum open up about alleged hazing in early 2000s
As soon as Dave Pszenyczny started reading Dan Carcillo's tweets, he knew he had to speak with his dad and his wife. Pszenyczny and Carcillo were 17-year-old rookies together on the 2002-03 Sarnia Sting, and Carcillo has recently said that first-year players on the Ontario Hockey League team were subjected to abusive hazing from older teammates. Inspired by his longtime friend, Pszenyczny wanted to speak up too. But not before telling his story to the people closest to him.
NHL Players Speak Publicly About Hazing
Former NHL player Daniel Carcillo is speaking publicly about the alleged hazing he endured as a member of the Ontario Hockey League. In a lengthy post on Saturday, Carcillo detailed how as a 17-year-old rookie on the 2002-2003 Sarnia Sting he was bullied by his teammates. The native of King City, Ontario described being beaten with the sawed off paddle of a goaltender's hockey stick on a daily basis.
I Can't Live Like That Anymore
Sports around the world produced many memorable moments in 2018. From the “Philly Special,” to the greatest upset in the history of the...
The Fourth Period
have been thinking a lot about the importance of teammates lately. When my friend Steve Montador died last February, I didn’t really take the proper time to grieve. We were in the middle of the season. My teammates on the Blackhawks counted on me to be a certain type of guy when I walked into their locker room — the guy who would put on a new playlist every day and joke around and make people happy. Inside, I was an absolute wreck.
Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark | By Corey Hirsch
It’s the summer of 1994, I am standing at the edge of a cliff in Kamloops, British Columbia, and I am checking out. In February, as a 21-year-old starting goalie, I’d backstopped Canada to an Olympic silver medal. In June, as the third goalie for the New York Rangers, I’d drunk out of the Stanley Cup. I have a girlfriend at home. I have a turbo sports car parked behind me. I have the horizon in front of me — so much horizon — and as I look out past the end of it, I am completely calm.
The Fourth Period
I have been thinking a lot about the importance of teammates lately. When my friend Steve Montador died last February, I didn’t really take the proper time to grieve. We were in the middle of the season. My teammates on the Blackhawks counted on me to be a certain type of guy when I walked into their locker room — the guy who would put on a new playlist every day and joke around and make people happy. Inside, I was an absolute wreck.
The Players' Tribune
I have been thinking a lot about the importance of teammates lately. When my friend Steve Montador died last February, I didn’t really take the proper time to grieve. We were in the middle of the season. My teammates on the Blackhawks counted on me to be a certain type of guy when I walked into their locker room — the guy who would put on a new playlist every day and joke around and make people happy. Inside, I was an absolute wreck.
Black & Blue | By Patrick O'Sullivan
My father used to beat the shit out of me. I don’t say that to be shocking, or to get your attention. I say that because it’s just a simple fact. He would throw punches. Not like he was hitting a small child — but like he was in a bar fight with a grown man. Whenever some people hear the phrase “child abuse,â€? it’s very hard for them to think about what’s really happening. They imagine discipline that gets out of hand once in a while, because it’s easier that way.
A Bittersweet Day
My friend Steve Montador and I had a routine. We used to go out to the same golf course in Chicago after practice and play nine holes. We weren’t amazing golfers, but it was just a place for us to get away from hockey and stress for a little bit. For all the holes we played over the years, the thing I remember most is Monty’s laugh echoing out over that quiet course. We used to laugh our asses off out there. We didn’t talk about hockey.
A Bittersweet Day
My friend Steve Montador and I had a routine. We used to go out to the same golf course in Chicago after practice and play nine holes. We weren’t amazing golfers, but it was just a place for us to get away from hockey and stress for a little bit. For all the holes we played over the years, the thing I remember most is Monty’s laugh echoing out over that quiet course. We used to laugh our asses off out there. We didn’t talk about hockey.
Gone (Video) | The Players' Tribune
It was early Sunday afternoon, and I was taking off my shoes in our players’ lounge when I kept hearing my phone buzz. Someone was calling repeatedly. I immediately got an uneasy, sick feeling when I looked at the screen and saw who was calling. It was my close friend Missy. She was hysterical. My best friend in hockey, Steve Montador, was found dead in his home at age 35. Steve was a 12-year NHL vet who battled addiction at certain points in his career before getting sober.
Gone
It was early Sunday afternoon, and I was taking off my shoes in our players’ lounge when I kept hearing my phone buzz. Someone was calling repeatedly. I immediately got an uneasy, sick feeling when I looked at the screen and saw who was calling. It was my close friend Missy. She was hysterical. “Steve’s gone,” she said. My best friend in hockey, Steve Montador, was found dead in his home at age 35. Steve was a 12-year NHL vet who battled addiction at certain points in his career before getting sober.
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