i was here when i was 11, delirious, and suicidal. they did *not* really help…read more they gave me WAY too many meds, one not even called for, after a single day of them not having much effect. im also a bit concerned because i felt, like, *really* good on one of them and im hoping they wont screw up the rest of my life while i was in the waiting room, i could hear people acting out and it was honestly terrifying. also, you can sometimes hear the adults acting out from the child unit. its super spooky up there sometimes... pretty much the only reason i felt better after coming out of there was because the patients there were awesome. the staff, however, were... less than stellar. we did yoga. im not even sure why we did yoga. yoga generally does not help. also, there was *extremely* loud clapping which i REALLY dont like. i heard about a "no phones" rule, but i wouldnt have needed to hear it as i wouldve inferred it by the amount of staff constantly on their phones, but hiding it in their jacket/shirt ect. i was in the waiting room for ~42 hours, as it was implied that they had an open bed, which is why i didnt go to a different one instead. however, they evidently did not. i felt like a specimen to be observed instead of a suffering patient with a broken mind. it felt like a prison, even though id never been to one. its *incredibly* loud in the lunchroom, and me and a friend there would occasionally ask them to quiet down. however, they would get super loud again in about 3 minutes. also, the food there honestly sucks. except for some ribs i got for dinner on my first day in the waiting room, those were honestly the best ribs ive ever had the therapy stuff was really NOT helpful. id say the only plusses were: my roommate was awesome, i found a friend the first day, those ribs, i got to draw whatever i wanted, and the fact that i got to listen to some music of my choice. overall: would NOT recommend. unless your only priorities are good ribs, then please choose somewhere else to go/send your kid to.

I went here when I was eleven years old and on my fourteenth birthday after I tried to end my life…read morebecause of the things I had seen and went through in the mental health system, especially with the prescription cascade epidemic that has been going on since Covid. The first night I went there, I met my ex boyfriend (They didn't enforce Hippa laws enough so I kept contact with him after discharge) we spent six hours in the waiting room before heading up to the ward. The adolescent ward was filthy. Dirt on the floor, rusty mesh chains over windows, and the dining area smelled nasty for some reason. The outdoor area was no bigger than a bedroom so we just sat around. At night, you can hear the adults acting out from the adolescent ward which is pretty chaotic. There's a hard time delievering medications to patients which could be bad news for those with severe mental conditions. The kids with high suicide risks aren't checked on often and someone even ended up medically dead once by using the bedsheets but they were thankfully revived. And just like every psychiatric unit, they always tell you "you're here to get better" while screwing us over then saying we're getting worse so we need more "help". Help can only be defined by the person who's recieving it, not what the person giving it . Help can be simple, just listening to someone could be enough. But they don't want to just listen because then they wouldn't get paid as much. Hell, I saw a seven year old autistic child cry in there because he wanted to go home. Why was he there? He said a common phrase everyone's been saying while he was having a tantrum in school: "I want to die" I said the same thing at that age but didn't mean it, neither did that child and it was clear he didn't but they just wanted to make a profit off of him too. So yeah, these places SUCK.