I was admitted to this hospital back in October of 1995, on a downward spiral that would have landed me in one of two places...jail or the grave. I suffered from PTSD, anger issues due to having been molested by the son of a family friend, and anxiety attacks. I was dead inside..saw no reason to go on. I loved feeling the anger because it meant I could feel *something*. I was incredibly adept at 'playing the game',where you act like they're helping you, and then you coast home. My therapist, Sean Sims, saw through that in a New York minute. The structure, the compassion, the tough love, that I needed, I found there in spades. I was hard headed, and that's why the two week usual stay lasted five for me. Good behavior was rewarded with an Iron Bowl party, and bad behavior was promptly addressed by attention getting via room restriction,and being made to write essays. I'm a huge foodie, and I can honestly say that the food provided us was some of the most delicious hospital food I've ever had!
I'll be forever grateful to the people that helped me. Sean and the other counselors,and one nurse in particular, a lady named Luana(who I *hated* at the time,lol) showed me that life could,and would get better, I just had to buckle down and apply myself. I'm 40 now, and because of the incredible love and support that I got at that hospital, I'm now 8 classes away from my B.A. in Psychology,and I want to go to get my Masters in Clinical Mental Health, so I can intern at Mountainview, and hopefully help a child or teen as I was helped,and show them that the light they see at the end of that dark tunnel *isn't* a train. read more