Our Story

It All Started Under the Same Moon

Same Moon Supply Co. wasn't born from a business plan.

It came from addiction. Recovery. Depression. Loss. Second chances. And the people who showed up when I needed them most.

My name is Erik, and long before Same Moon existed, I was destroying my life with addiction.

I hurt people I loved. I lied. I stole. I burned bridges. My addiction affected my parents, my family, my relationships, and nearly every part of my life. There were people trying to help me, but for a long time, I wasn't ready to admit that I needed it.

Because that's one of the hardest parts about needing help.

You have to be willing to take it.

A Conversation Under the Night Sky

One night, I was outside with a member of my family who happened to be a sheriff's deputy.

That mattered to me. I had always respected law enforcement, and considering the life I was living, part of me was scared of what that conversation could become.

But he wasn't there to arrest me.

He was concerned about me.

We stood outside beneath the night sky and talked. He told me that if I wanted help, he would help me get it.

There wasn't judgment. There wasn't a lecture.

There was simply someone telling me:

I'm here. I'll help you.

The next day, everything began to change.

Through connections within my family, we found a faith-based recovery program called The FARM in Bonifay Florida. Without those people knowing where to turn, I don't know that I ever would have found it.

And that's something I've never forgotten.

Sometimes a person desperately wants another life but has absolutely no idea how to get there.

Getting Help Didn't Mean I Changed Overnight

Walking through the doors of a recovery program wasn't the end of my story.

I spent nearly a year there and was still lying, cheating, cutting corners and holding onto pieces of the person I'd been.

Then I got caught lying about something almost ridiculously small.

Cake.

Of all things, cake.

But that little lie forced me to confront something much bigger:

I hadn't changed.

I realized I needed to start over. Not pretend. Not find another shortcut. Actually start over.

A couple weeks later, I was having a terrible day. I was riding near the creek with a man named Jeremiah when I told him I couldn't do it anymore. I wanted to leave.

He stopped.

He looked at me and told me he wasn't going to let me leave and destroy myself.

He cared too much to stand there and watch it happen.

I've carried that moment with me ever since.

Because sometimes love isn't simply telling someone what they want to hear.

Sometimes love is saying:

I'm still here. But I'm not going to help you destroy yourself.

The People We Carry With Us

Recovery didn't suddenly make life easy.

I've struggled. I've made mistakes. I've dealt with depression. I've watched people I love struggle. And I've lost more people than I wish I could name.

Some to overdoses. Some to suicide. Some to accidents. Some to illness. Some completely unexpectedly.

Dakota. Tommy. Jarrod. Cody. Ron. Jeannie. Trey. Jessie. And others.

Different lives. Different stories. Different battles.

But every one of them mattered.

And that's part of what Same Moon means to me.

We spend our lives walking past people without knowing what they're carrying.

The homeless man everyone ignores has a story.

The person fighting addiction has a story.

The person smiling while fighting depression has a story.

The person who screwed up yesterday has a story.

Everybody does.

Why Same Moon?

Because no matter where we are, what we've done, what we're fighting, or where we come from, at night we can look up and see the same moon.

For me, that isn't just a name.

It's a reminder.

You are not the only person fighting a battle.

Same Moon Supply Co. is starting with clothing, accessories and products carrying messages that mean something. But selling products was never the finish line.

We're trying to build a family.

A place where somebody can say they're struggling and another person actually listens.

A community where victories are celebrated, mistakes don't automatically define somebody forever, and people who have made it through their own battles can reach backward and help the next person.

We won't be able to save everybody.

Nobody can.

Eventually, every person has to decide they want something different for themselves.

But when that moment comes—when somebody finally says:

“I need help.”

I don't want them wondering where to turn.

This Is Bigger Than Me

I don't know exactly how big Same Moon will become.

But I know what I want it to stand for.

I want the person who feels invisible to know somebody sees them.

I want the person rebuilding their life to know their past doesn't have to be their ending.

I want people who succeed to turn around and help somebody coming behind them.

One person helps another. That person eventually helps somebody else.

A seed becomes a tree.

And eventually that tree drops another seed.

That's how this grows.

Not because everybody is the same.

Because we're not.

Different Stories. Different battles. Same Moon.