I chose this recovery center because it was advertised as calm, serene, healing, peaceful, and full of healthy activities. Unfortunately, my experience was the complete opposite.
During the week, the main staff was organized and generally kept to a routine. Misty, Amanda, the psychiatric nurse practitioner, psychologist, and day nurse were the only reason I stayed as long as I did. They were professional, supportive, and genuinely tried to help. Unfortunately, many other issues still went unresolved. At one point, I had no hot water. A plumber briefly looked at it, claimed it was fixed, and left — but it wasn’t fixed. When the staff called him back, he refused to return, saying he had “done his job.” Instead of repairing the issue, the staff told me to share a bathroom with two male residents, which had an unlocking door and a clear glass shower. This was completely inappropriate and unsafe.
On weekends, the situation was far worse. Many of the scheduled and structured activities were skipped entirely, and the evening weekend techs created a loud, party-like atmosphere with no rules or accountability. One night, I couldn’t sleep because I hadn’t brought my white noise machine with me, so I politely asked for quiet. Later, another resident knocked on my door as I was trying to fall asleep and demanded to know what I meant by “white noise machine.” When I explained that it was simply a device that plays sound to help block outside noise, she replied, “We aren’t having any of that black and white shit around here.” I tried to report the incident to staff, but they just shrugged it off and did nothing.
When I said I wanted to leave because I no longer felt safe or comfortable, the process was extremely unprofessional. I was told I couldn’t use the home phone, that I had only 20 minutes to pack, and that I would only get my cell phone back once I had completely exited the house. At 11:15 PM — after I had already taken my nighttime medication — I was sent outside to wait on the sidewalk with no transportation arranged. The only “option” offered was a ride to a nearby hospital. I ended up using what little battery remained on my phone to order an Uber to the airport so I could get home.
This experience was scary, unsafe, and deeply traumatic. It was nothing like what was advertised, and I cannot recommend this facility to anyone seeking real recovery support.