James Araque

Coming back to Grandview was a moment of surrender. I had hit a point in my life where I knew I couldn’t do it alone anymore. I had to try something different. It wasn’t just about stopping the drugs or alcohol. It was about finding something — something greater than myself to lean on. On February 22, 2020, everything changed. That was the day I made the decision to stop fighting alone and walked through the doors of Grandview.

Before I found sobriety, my life was a whirlwind of chaos. The streets were my home, the only place that ever made sense to me. It was where I felt powerful, where I knew how to survive. I had people around me, but none of them were the kind of support I needed. In the streets, I was a “people person,” and that’s how I justified staying there. The pain of that life became my comfort zone. I knew the streets were toxic, but letting go of the familiar felt impossible, even if it meant destruction.  ​

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