Are you a fellow Deathcare Professional slowly killing yourself with ALCOHOL, NIHILISM, & overall SELF DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?
Welcome!
We here at Undertaking Alcohol know exactly what you are going through, and we are here to lift up and support those who have chosen to lift up, & support others on the worst day of their lives. If you are the professional that everyone turns to on the worst day of their life, but you feel like you have nowhere to turn yourself, then you’ve come to the right place!
People often tell us “It takes a special person…” but what does that really mean?
The Deathcare industry is a serious business, and without proper stability, most professionals do not make it past five years in the industry.
We here at Undertaking Alcohol know that no one makes it out alive, but we give you the tools to fortify your mental well-being so you can have a long and healthy career in the funeral industry.
Join us on our journey, as we examine the very specific pitfalls we in the deathcare industry face & support each other in a community built by us for us!
“If” by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!