This phenomenal physician absolutely saved my life. He is bar none the most caring, intelligent and…read moreforward thinking MD I have encountered. Beyond grateful.

I spent years living in chaos. I found Dr Heacock and my life turned around. Got on right meds…read more Now I can finally function! He's amazing!

The Wholeness Center and everyone affiliated with is a SCAM -from the constant turnover of…read morepsychiatrists, clueless nurses , rude and inept dismissive front office staff with a screwed up billing system that everyone from the top down refuses to change because they want to frustrate you and send you on endless cycles , to the dude who only works from home doing their SCAM expensive brain scan reports that are literally useless information . To the over priced supplement portal they push (of which you can buy less expensive Online ) they are the most pathetic excuse for mental health and a true picture of how bad the mental health establishment is in our country. My children were traumatized and injured by them. believe the negative reviews and stay far away

I participated in group ketamine assisted therapy there an it was a fantastic experience. I cannot…read morespeak more highly of Dr. Shannon and Sandra (who isn't there anymore). Great experience and I wouldn't hesitate recommending them and referring people there (which I have).

Today is the very first time I have ever felt swindled by a psychiatrist…read more Without my ever having been warned, Dr. Jensen randomly decided to charge me $50 to phone in a prescription. I have been maintained on this medication for years. Don't go to Dr. Jensen unless you want to pay $50 for a phone refill to your pharmacy. Now I'm in a position where I simply do not trust my own psychiatrist. I feel like I've been taken in for the long con. And now I have to find a new psychiatrist. You can't go to a psychiatrist you can't trust. And the secretary is consistently snotty, brusque, and extra crunchy whenever I need her.

I found dr. Jensen to be very supportive and understanding. He did NOT ostracize me for how I felt…read moreand what I thought. He was very mellow and supportive.

I have seen Dr. Oddy more than 5 times in the past. I found him to be very professional, caring,…read moreand knowledgeable. I see that some here reviewed him poorly, but in my case, he was an excellent fit for me. He does have a good reputation among his peers. I'm planning to go see him again quite soon after a long break from visiting a psychiatrist. I would likely give 4 to 4.5 stars, but I thought such negative reviews here do his reputation a disservice, so I will compensate a bit with my five stars. Based on my personal experience, he is the best I have seen so far, I think. And I have visited quite a number, maybe seven. I was seeing him for ADD and depression. I actually live in Fort Collins. But my VPN is reporting California.

I went to see Dr. Oddy awhile back and had a horrible experience. I'm a psychologist and he accused…read moreme of not being honest on my paperwork. He appeared to be pushing a bipolar diagnosis which I've never ever had in 40 years as well as I know my mental health. He made me feel very unsafe. I ended up walking out of the appointment after 10 mins which I've never done because he was so rude and arrogant. Go see Dr. Cawley or someone who isn't pretending like he does Therapy; he isn't a psychoanalyst which he appears to be acting like he is. He's a MD and gives meds not therapy.

I've been thinking about doing this for a long time. By long time I mean ... well, sixteen years,…read morelonger than Yelp has existed. I saw Francis from 1988 to 1998. I may be off a year at both ends, but it hardly matters. I initially went in for a joint session with my father, a hateful, bigoted, abandoning, alcoholic and unrepentant jerk. The session did little good in the end save assuage my father's guilt for being all of the above. I was a wreck over my mother's death, which happened four years earlier, and needed someone to talk to. The girl I was dating at the time was an emotional icebox, and Francis seemed a nice enough man. He also offered at the time a sliding scale for poor sods like me, which I appreciated. I can't tell you how many times I saw him in all those years. I went in whenever I had the cash, which wasn't a lot, and life was beating me down, which was happening all the fucking time. I had no one to talk to, and Francis, admittedly, comes across as a decent listener. He's decent. Not great. Oftentimes I felt he hadn't heard a word I said, interrupting me or redirecting me with little acknowledgement that he heard me. Perhaps in these intervening years he's improved, though it's a moot point, since I see he's gone off to Costa Rica for a Peace Corps assignment. So, listening. On a scale of 1 to 10, Francis scores a solid 3. I needed an 8 or 9. Therapy. Did I get better? Did my life improve? No, on both counts. My needs weren't met with Francis, who was convinced that I had to maintain a relationship with my father in order to "get better." I gave that a go. It was a phenomenal disaster that ended up doing great harm to me. As for my career, he, Francis, said something horrifying, something that has stuck with me to this day. He said, "You must sell yourself, Shawn, then become yourself." I must, in other words, be inauthentic and unreal before, bowing before my paymasters, I "become" myself. It's unethical and unreasonable on multiple levels, that advice; that it came from an ex-priest, both Catholic and Buddhist, floored me. It still does over two decades later. Francis had no interest in me finding or discovering myself. His push was always toward that long, gray line of American manhood: the corporate job, the cog job, the 9-to-5 grind. He was convinced that was the "healthy" thing to do. (Note: when a psychologist uses that term with you--"healthy"--run screaming in the other direction. It's a trite and shallow term full of bullshit and psychobabble. "Healthy" more often than not means "doing things my way.") But the truly healthy thing for me was to pursue my real and lifelong passion, which, after 2003, I finally ginned the courage to do (writing). Francis knew of my passion for it back then; so why did he ignore it utterly? Even if he claims ignorance of such a passion, the question becomes--why? Wasn't that his job, to learn of such things? He convinced me instead to complete my teacher training and slope into the classroom, which I ended up doing for many years, until another doctor, measuring my blood pressure, warned me to make a choice. I was miserable as a teacher. I hated it. When I expressed reservations about continuing as one, ol' Francis got on me pretty good. I was flirting with disaster, he said. Yes, I was. I was listening to him. So, therapy. On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Francis a 2. Francis eventually got tired of seeing me. I must have been too much for him. I was threatening his perfect record of perfect automatons he'd turned out of his practice. One day he told me I was clinically depressed, then "fired" me and referred me to a psychiatrist so I could be put on antidepressants. Still trusting in his counsel, I met with the psychiatrist, who after a ten-minute consult gave me a prescription for prozac and tracedone. The asshole charged my insurance $200, and told me to meet him in three months. For the next three years I felt like a bowl of moldering tapioca pudding. I soon couldn't afford the psychiatrist's fees, as I had quit my teaching job and went out on my own as a professional tutor. I got tired of feeling absolutely nothing, which is what antidepressants are designed to do, so I quit them, not knowing that doing so is potentially deadly. For me, it was. I nearly killed myself in 2001. So, follow-up and compassion. Francis scores a 0 on a scale of 1 to 10. He let me fall through the cracks. I didn't need medication; I didn't need his continual warnings of doom and gloom with respect to my father and my profession; I didn't need to be "fired." I needed a fucking friend, not a bully, and certainly not another father figure. He should've figured that out. That was his job. He didn't do it. But hey--he got probably $10,000 from me over all those years, which I suppose he can use in Costa Rica. While there, I hope he takes a long and sunny time to consider whether he should remain a psychotherapist. My vote, and advice, would definitely be no.

Francis helped my husband and I with marriage counseling for about a year. Francis was fabulous in…read moreevery way. We were on the verge of a divorce and Francis helped us learn to communicate and listen to each other. That was 10 years ago, and our marriage continues to thrive, and we STILL refer back to lessons and approaches that we learned from Francis. If you are looking for marriage counseling, I highly recommend Francis.

dr peralta has been my doctor for many years as i also see her through the va.she has saved my life.read more

Felt compelled to leave a review after reading all the negative reviews left for Dr. Lawrence…read morebecause my experience with him has been the polar opposite. Granted I've only just begun seeing him, but the difference he's made in my life in the past two weeks is nothing short of a miracle. After having been officially diagnosed with ADD as an adult after years of struggling academically, professionally, and personally, in addition to having been diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) as an adolescent, he was empathetic and understanding to my needs and situation. After speaking with me and asking me a ton of questions about my life and my habitual patterns (specifically my sleep habits), he agreed with my previous diagnosis of ADD, but disagreed with my SAD and subsequent depression diagnosis saying that he did not believe I had a chemical imbalance nor was I suffering from situational depression. Rather, he believed I was suffering from a biological depression that was a direct result of a lack of good quality of sleep. His solution was to continue my prescription of Adderall and treat my poor sleep quality instead of prescribing a mood elevator. So, armed with two mild sleep aids and a healthy dose of skepticism, I left his office (making sure to pet the dogs and one of the kitties on my way out to the car). Two weeks later, I feel like a new woman. I've found an inner balance and calm that I'd only previously experienced on my very best vacations; and I find myself waking up every morning invigorated by a new-found take on life. While I recognize that Dr. Lawrence may not be everyone's cup of tea (yes, he is older; yes, he's a talker; yes, there are dogs in the office and a definite farm-house feel to the space [and everything that goes along with that]), I am profoundly grateful that after years of struggling with healthcare providers whose solution was to prescribe more pills and med that never seemed to work, I finally feel like I'm getting the proper treatment for the cause of the disease rather than the symptoms. I could not recommend Dr. Lawrence more as I feel like his unconventional approach and solution has been nothing less than transformational.

Horrible, horrible experience. Took me off meds for not…read morefollowing 100% what he was saying. Ended up hospitalized from withdrawals of prescriptions. Left me high and dry 10x worse off. Terrible listener who lacks compassion. Theres a reason theres poor reviews.

An uncompassionate MD toward military vets. The MD blatantly overbilled thousands to my credit…read morecard. The MD inaccurately prescribed meds which were so detrimental that they the PTSD meds led me to the ER. ER docs were shocked by the MD's incompetence.

A Dr highly unprofessional from care. I am a US Veteran. Dr's lack of professionalism in treating…read morePTSD was startling. The Dr also overcharged me $560 last year.