I arrived at Wellfound broke, hungry, tired and mentally ill. I left with a new chance at life. The amount of staff is excessive. Some workers do basically nothing all day. But I was invigorated by their classes which treated the underlying causes of my illness and kept me mentally stimulated throughout my time there. They also have a central courtyard and music meditation with Buddhist overtones that help with rest and reflection. The teachers and the nurses are the backbone of this institution. I would say a lot of societies ills would be cured if we had the Wellfound approach all over.

Would give 0 stars if I could, which is unfortunate because some of the workers actually care about helping you, but the "providers" (psychiatric doctors) DO NOT CARE how medications affect you or if you want to be on them at all. Lithium gave me tremors and their solution was Parkinson's medication. How is this legal?

I don't get why stuck up and mean people are working at a BEHAVIORAL HEALTH HOSPITAL like this. Literally heard how LOUD the staff at the entrance lobby were talking about different patients the whole time I was here- don't know if they're aware it's a HIPPAA violation and that they may lose their jobs gossipping like that so loud about patients. THIS PLACE NEEDS TO HIRE MORE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY "CARE" ABOUT PEOPLE. IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO GO IN AND MEET CARING PEOPLE THIS IS NOT IT. GO SOMEWHERE ELSE NO MATTER HOW FAR IT WILL BE BECAUSE GOING HERE IS DEF POINTLESS YOU WILL ONLY END UP WASTING YOUR TIME. Smh

Hard to get a response from the doctor that gives your child medications, they keep my child of color drugged up so she can barely talk and the doctor has NOT spoken with me concerning my daughter and her medication management. I also expressed my concerns about counseling and it seems like they just have my child in so many medications for the have some serious physical side affects that can be permanent. I feel bad for the patients that don’t have anyone to speak on their behalf and not getting to the real solution if the problem. I don’t like some of the laws about your child being of age but they love to say she’s of age but they’re running over your child in their vulnerable condition as well. I want answers and better solutions to help my child get well without keeping her so drugged up, so she can get to the root of the problem. I want a corporate manager to reach out to me.

I was sexually assaulted here by a 20 year old man at the end of July 2025. I told them. They said he said it didn't happen and he is a harmless man and that is out of charectar for him. This man paced in front of my door for hours waiting for me to come out. Staff told me I should just hangout with him. Eventually after about 4 hours I leave my room. I hang in a room in front of the desks with another patient. She left to go to the bathroom and he proceeded to come in the room and sit and watch me and I left. Friend comes back we go back in there and she leaves after awhile to get something. He comes again and corners me in that room. I'm quite confident in my confrontation skills so I told him " are you gonna tell me why you did that, or are you gonna keep following me" he said "sure I'll keep following you". I obviously left. I called my mother multiple times about this and she talked to staff. They told us they'd look at the cameras. They did not. The next day the social worker decided to tell me he was genuinely psychotic and telling me his personal shit. Idk if what she said was against HIPPA but definitely not ok to tell another patient. She also said he had been stalking multiple male patients pacing in front of there rooms for hours as well. Constant over drugging of patients omg. 3 shots in one arm at once for a single female along with multiple pills a bit later all of which I could audibley hear them call sedatives/sleeping/relaxing/ comfort cocktails? The amount of names for the medications was weird and infanilizing. Just say Ativan or what have you, especially since some patients will not understand what a sleepy pill or comfort cocktails entails. Especially especially if they are already on multiple. Blood on the floors in multiple places. Most of the staff was pure nastiness. Rude to patients loud and clear. Made us know they hated working with us. Lastly when I was transferred there my TIMED medication for my multiple physical disabilities were postponed 6 plus hours. When I received them the nurse said I shouldn't complain and that I rushed her. Excuse me I already told you my medication delay could cause serious damage to me and included examples. I then asked if she even liked her job. She replied " yes and almost all my patients love me too" in the most sarcastic tone and smile lol. That just pissed me off, plain medical neglect and no accountability. Anyways wellfound check the cameras.

This place seems to have a bad rep but compared to where I stayed before this was very nice. The rooms are clean, there is a daily schedule, like most places they don't let you have much of your personal belongings. The Day shift is wonderful. There were groups you have to join, outside time, and daily activities, with plenty of time to socialize with your peers. There was one night shift Tech that was hit or miss on her grouchyness but rather than complain here about her I'm calling the complaint department to report her. Along with the kitchen that couldn't seem to get any of my lunches and dinners right. I do want to point out everyone there is human. They have feelings and do care, I've always found honey is better than vinegar. I couldn't smile the first two days there but I was at the third. My heart still felt so heavy, and the void of dispair has finally pulled a way a bit. I left happy to go home. The therapy is groups giving You the tools to help you succeed outside. They do have a full house to run and are limited on how many therapists they have, but the nurses will listen as long as they can of you open up. They still have other patients to attend too, but they will give you advise if group sessions and peers are not enough. If you self isolate they let you work things out your own way and time. They don't rush you but they will come check on you ever 15 minutes. They tell you when it's your med, group, and meal time. The rest is up to you. How you spend your time there is up to you. If you don't find reading, coloring with markers, doing puzzles, playing cards games, and other games. Maybe this is not the place for you but it helped me in my time of need. Pulling me from my depression and letting me connect with others. I hope the best of luck to you!

If you’re considering going here please find another place. I promise you it will not do anything but traumatize/re-traumatize you. Like many others have pointed out in these reviews, the staff are very apathetic and dismissive. They are barely attentive to the patients and the way some of the patients were being treated as well as their living and hygiene conditions would actually violate the Geneva Convention and I’m not even exaggerating. The rooms were filthy, there were stains and what appeared to be feces on a chair in a common area. The nurses I interacted with were disrespectful and spoke to the patients like children, they’d also overtly joke about patients in front of them like they weren’t even there. A day after I checked in I had someone outside drop clothes and shoes off for me which I never received and had to ask for at the end of the stay, no one had told me I had received clothes and I was barefoot my entire stay. The “private rooms” weren’t private in the slightest, with patients constantly going in and out of one another’s rooms without anyone doing anything about it. You will likely be told you cannot leave the inpatient treatment until they “deem you to be ready for discharge”, and this to them means you’ve sat down in their “therapy” sessions that involve coloring with crayons or markers and being asked surface level ice breaker questions reminiscent of a high school orientation. This environment was closer to a preschool than a behavioral hospital, with little to no stimulation during the day (besides a tv) and a book collection consisting of one children’s picture book. I’m not even joking. The “therapy” was what you’d receive from a school counselor, it seems like they’re preoccupied, they barely say anything or ask any questions and when you agree to take medication they decide you’re mentally stable and send you on your way. That’s it. The front desk staff was condescending and you could very much tell they were overworked and bitter, just overall not happy to be there or taking the job very seriously. I would not expect this level of negligence and unprofessionalism in the healthcare field, especially in a place for people at the lowest point in their lives needing the most help.

I voluntarily admitted myself here after a mental health crisis where I was hurting myself to cope with something. When I got there, one of the first questions they asked me was "were you incarcerated?" And I get the feeling it was because I was wearing hospital scrubs that happened to be orange at the time after I had just been in the ER waiting to find a place who would accept me. They gave me naltrexone saying it would help me with my self harm. If you don't know, naltrexone is for alcoholics and opioid addicts. Shortly after, during "group coloring therapy" I promptly broke down crying to see my girlfriend and wanting to go home. They let me call her, but interrupted the call to ask me questions related to my medical history. I called her back, only to be interrupted a second time for lunch. Speaking of which, the worst food I've had in a while, incredibly bland and barely edible. I get it, it's hospital food so I didn't expect much from it, but even by hospital food standards it was horrendous. We were only allowed to watch things on Disney+ and it had to be "family friendly". I received no individual care or therapy in any way, which is what I expected going into the facility and hoping to get and I made that clear to them from the start. I felt infantilized, disrespected, and almost violated. Very little outside time, sheered windows so we couldn't even see outside. I had someone listed as an emergency contact and they basically said "nuh uh her number isn't here" and stole my list of contacts and possibly threw it away. I felt unsafe the whole time, both from the staff and another patient. They drew an unnecessary amount of blood from me, and I heard an audible "oh no" from one of the nurses when she was taking my vitals. I'm halfway certain she missed my vein with the needle, cuz the blood wasn't going through the tube into the vial. They freaked me out so much my resting heart rate was 100 and my blood sugar/pressure was through the roof. It took a physical and mental toll on me. The only good thing about that place was the friends I made there, and I'm pretty sure they hated that place more than I did. One of said friends was supposed to be discharged the same day I was, but a girl from a different unit tried to fight him on his way out and they punished him by making him stay until the end of the week. Maybe longer, I have no clue. I told the psychiatrist what was going on and he basically said "why the hell are they keeping you here you seem fine and you clearly hate it here" and ordered an immediate discharge when I told him I wished to withdraw my consent to be there. Never send yourself or anyone you love here. If anything, it'll just traumatize you more than you were before you went in. They will keep you from your loved ones, basically hold you against your will, give you the wrong medications, give little to no protection from other patients who are aggressive, infantilize and belittle you, and treat you like a mentally ill toddler in daycare. This place has completely destroyed any faith I had in getting professional help.