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Locality: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Phone: +1 877-573-0032



Address: 1880 JFK Blvd, Suite 1110 19103 Philadelphia, PA, US

Website: www.centercityrecovery.com/

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Center City Recovery 31.10.2020

Addiction does not discriminate.

Center City Recovery 19.10.2020

Come visit us at the Cape Cod Symposium on Addictive disorders! Booth #38

Center City Recovery 10.10.2020

Our very own Richie Webber Recovery and Chanda Lynn in the most powerful thing you will see. Please tell us what you think.

Center City Recovery 22.09.2020

Our very own Richie Webber is staring on this show! Please check it out and let us know what you think.

Center City Recovery 14.09.2020

This is just disgusting.

Center City Recovery 30.08.2020

Worried about going to treatment because of your job? Here is a great breakdown of the FMLA law that allows you to get help and not worry about loosing your job.

Center City Recovery 14.08.2020

Today we celebrate our independence as a nation. Why not celebrate our independence from addiction!!! Have a safe and happy 4th!!!

Center City Recovery 30.07.2020

So many people using are unaware of how bad a blood infection can be and the side affects that come with them.

Center City Recovery 06.07.2020

One of the biggest things we hear from our patients is that they are scared they will never have fun again. Good read.

Center City Recovery 29.06.2020

It only gets worse, never better. Please reach out before it’s too late. We are available 24/7

Center City Recovery 12.06.2020

F**k Heroin. F**K. IT! That’s what I want to say when I get a phone call from a crying son, daughter, husband, wife, girlfriend, or boyfriend telling me their... loved one has died from an overdose. But I don’t say that. I don’t say it because it’s impolite and I’m supposed to be the even minded professional to your grief clouded bereavement. But, I’m sorry for your loss and my deepest condolences just don’t work when a 19-year-old daughter was found in the basement of her friend’s house after two stints in rehab and five months clean. This was supposed to be the beginning of her life, not the horrible end. Or, what do I say to the sixteen-year-old son who wants me to call him as soon as I get his mom to the funeral home because that will be the first time in my life that I’ll know exactly where she’s at. Or, what do I say to the 30-year-old wife with three kids and no income, little support and now she has no husband. F**k it. FU*K HEROIN. That’s what I want to say. How about the parents who tell me, I’m glad it’s over. I haven’t slept in years, but last night I actually slept because I knew he wasn’t out hurting himself or someone else. Or the parents who tell me with blank expressions that they had absolutely no idea their daughter was using. That she was excelling in college, holding a steady relationship with her boyfriend, working part-time and now she’s on our morgue table. What do I say to the young husband who tells me, We don’t have any money for a funeral, she blew our savings and her life on this relapse. How do I respond when that very same young husband follows it up with, how do I explain this to my kids? And then there are the times when the body has been left somewhere, abandoned by so called friends, and it’s starting to decompose. Can I just see my dad one more time? the young man asks. Yes, you can, I say, but this doesn’t look like the man you expect to see. The son replies, That’s fine. I haven’t seen him in five years so I don’t have any expectations. FU*K HEROIN. I’m getting tired of these stories. I’m tired of unstitching and embalming autopsied bodies that are discolored and broken down by addiction. I’m tired of hearing the empty cries of My, baby, my baby! How did this happen? How did we get here? when the mother sees her son in a casket. I’m tired of children asking, what happened to mommy? and when will she wake up? at funerals. I’m getting tired of these stories. I know addiction is a disease. I understand that shame is never the path to healing. There’s no shame here towards the addict. The enemy is very clear. We can all agree that this particular disease, this particular addiction is worthy of our most harsh, most striking, most caustic curse words we can find. For all the fatherless and motherless children I’ve served For all the widows and widowers I’ve walked with through the valley For all the bereaved parents now childless For all the individual lives you’ve stolen, all the futures you’ve killed, and all the love you’ve grieved I raise my middle finger to you, heroin. -Confessions of a funeral home director