Steve Kennedy

Life before getting clean and sober was horrible! Every day, every moment, was centered on that next fix, hit, or drink. I was on the verge of being homeless, and most of my family had written me off. I was a loner and only associated with people who helped fuel my addiction. The worst part was that I was lost, and I knew it, but I didn’t know how to dig myself out.

​My Grandfather went to Grandview in the 1970s, my dad in the 1980s, and my uncles in the 1980s and 90s. My older brother went to Grandview in the late 1990s and early 2000s, and he was my introduction to the roomsOn July 5, 2008, I reached my bottom. My older brother, with a bottle in his hand, said, “You need to go to treatment; you have a drinking problem.” I always thought that treatment was for losers, but my older brother was my hero, and little did I know at the time that he had relapsed. When we drank together, we would get extremely intoxicated; he would say, “We have to go to a meeting.” At the time, I had no idea what he was talking about or the fight he was fighting.

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