The Fellowship Center

This place is the real deal. I'm letting you know right now, hands down best place to take your loved one to for help getting out of addiction, homelessness, and or just for help learning about themselves. Obviously anyone that doesnt wants help, will never receive help as it goes in one ear out the other. This place changes lives by love. The staff are remarkably caring and won't force anything on you, but are there for you no matter what. Easily a 5 star rating, and would give more if I could.

One of the best rehabs in San Diego. The first rehab you want to go to and the last you want to leave. It's a great program. Food is great... The staff is great... And in a beautiful part of San Diego.

Never have I seen a place that shows how much they really care and and genuinely LOVE you, despite your sexual identity/orientation, religion, ethnicity, incarceration history, substance of choice, or anything like that. They take you AS YOU ARE. They really do want the best for you, and for those of us damaged, tortured souls, THAT is the difference between recovery over addiction, freedom over imprisonment, and life over death. The yoga class is off the shelf, too! All you have to do is do the work, have the desire to be your best self, and let them GET YOU BACK ON YOUR FEET! I've been here for a month and the TRANSFORMATION is FABULOUS!!!!! NAMASTE

I got sober here in 1998 & been so since...it works! There is love & support here for your family member to get the quality help he so desperately needs if he's willing to let us help.

The Center saved my life. Forever grateful.Brian M

Program provides an excellent curriculum.  Freedom to go to outside meetings to build support group.  Staff are all there for you.  Staff are concerned about your well being and go above and beyond to help residents by meeting them where they are at.  There's a level of comraderie not found in other programs ( I have been to several ) and everyone is there for each other.  I highly recommend this program to anyone with alcohol and/or drug dependency issues. Keith B.

Resident from June 2006 to May 2007, just took 11 year tokens and cakes.I was born in Idaho in 1961, I'm the eldest of three children, raised in a family filled with love.My first real drink (approximately age 10) was an orange juice glass (about 4 oz.)  I was having a beer with my dad!  My mom was furious, she drinks about a bottle of wine per year.  I had many drunken episodes in my teen years.My first DUI came at the age of 21, very shortly after my first divorce.  The DUI class instructors suggested we "look at our relationship with alcohol".  24 years later, I would actually do that.Between ages of 21 and 45, came two more marriages, the birth of two sons, periods of sobriety, many blackouts, horrible behavior, another DUI, and one more divorce.At the age of 38 I married my 3rd wife, I was sober when we started dating....later I "drank like a gentleman" for about 3 years, then my drinking slowly escalated.In March, 2006, I lost an excellent high paying job I had enjoyed for almost 16 years.  I was pulled out of a Kaiser Outpatient group on one occasion, accused of drinking.  I lied and said I hadn't, but somehow managed to blow a .23 into the breathalyzer.  Two 10 day in patient programs follow, I returned to drinking after both of them.  I had come home drunk virtually every day for over 2  1/2 years yet, I could not understand why my wife left our home to live with her mom.Following my 8th and 9th seizures, I was taken by ambulance to Palomar where I woke up on life support.  To the best of my recollection, my sponsor, his girlfriend, my mom, my wife and a nurse or doctor, observed me in the hospital with a look on their faces that said "are you going to die or what?"I was scheduled (for the second time) to go into TFC upon leaving the hospital.  At the age of 45, my wife had left me, my job and career were gone, and most of my family would not talk to me and my sons wanted nothing to do with me.  I stayed at my mom's after the hospital waiting to get into TFC.I ate well, slept fitfully, took medications exactly on time and learned my wife had filed for divorce.  That hurt!  Almost every day the phone rang and Carlos told my mom there was not an available bed for me yet.  Every day I was relieved.  I did not want to go to yet another recovery facility....."They" hadn't worked in the past, I was focused on fixing my marriage and getting a job, issues I could not possibly address in my current condition.June 26th 2006, I entered TFC reluctantly.  I did not want to go there, but had been told about 100 times, I would die if I drank again.  I was shown my room, my bunk, and where to put my gear.....and given about  1/2 hour to "unwind" before the next scheduled group.  This, for me was a moment of clarity or a spiritual experience, I'm not sure which but I've been taught it really doesn't matter.I'm in a recovery home, my life is in a shambles, and I'm sharing a room with 5 other men and sleeping on a bunk bed.  This was NEVER my goal.  For the first time in my life, I took step 1 honestly and completely.While a resident at TFC, I went to the groups, ate in the dining hall, listened to others and followed direction.  I took several council positions, went to outside meetings, participated as a volunteer supporting civic events, I read the big book and the 12 and 12, got a new sponsor and went through all 12 steps.In December of 2006 while a resident, my third divorce was final.  This really hurt because life is supposed to get "all better" when we get sober right?  My new specialist Phil explained it to me with two words, "not necessarily."I did what I was taught, I went to over 20 meetings that week.  As low as I felt, as much as I hurt, I listened to people share much worse things than I was going through.  In January of 2007 (while still a TFC resident) I lost my first friend in recovery.  Alex decided to try heroin "one more time" and died of an overdose.  I've lost many friends since.With 15 months of recovery, I moved in with a wonderful woman, I had a car repossessed, I started my first job as a sober man, and my older son suffered a catastrophic brain injury in a High School football game and almost died.  I took all this to my sponsor with the obvious question, "What do you call all this?"  He replied, "Brian, in recovery, we call it September."Since then, much has happened; good and bad....I don't handle every situation perfectly....I don't walk through every issue with grace...What changed?  My willingness.  I was broken and done!  I was taught that we "hit our bottom" when we learn to stop digging.  I did not want to live as I had previously, and learned that I did not have to.  No matter what bad happens today, it's always better than it used to be.My life has improved dramatically and I know the credit for this goes to God, to AA, and to The Fellowship Center, a place I never wanted to go.

I am an alumni of The Fellowship Center from December 1994 and have remained sober for 22 years now. I got my start at The Fellowship Center. Please read my review rating my experience with The Fellowship Center.

I have never seen more caring individuals working under one roof. The format provided here saved my life....they showed me how to live. Forever grateful!!! Would recommend this to anyone needing help

The Fellowship Center helped me through the lowest point in my life. The program gave me the tools I needed to build a new life for myself without alcohol. Without the experienced and caring staff I honestly don't know where I'd be today. Thank you TFC... for everything!!!