Had an appointment with Connie Lackner-Mullins. Initially I thought I hit the jackpot since her office was decked out in Star Wars. Nope. I made it clear that I am not religious, and she ended up sending a good five minutes telling me that during the Gatlinburg fires, an unharmed page from the Bible (with some passage about survival because of course it did) being found right outside Dollywood.
Let me point this out again: she spent part of my session preaching to me in a way that only a crazy evangelist would believe.
She prescribed me an antidepressant which I'd already taken and never had any result. She also said that I possibly had one mental illness that is actually VERY different than what I'd been diagnosed with previously - and treating one like you would the other is very dangerous. Should've walked out right then, except I still needed medication for anxiety. Nope, wasn't happening. Nevermind that I had records showing I'd been on it.
Once it came time for my follow-up appointment, I was very sick and contagious. My husband called to see if they could go ahead and refill my antidepressant and reschedule my appointment. First they said they wouldn't talk to him at all (even though he's in my paperwork SPECIFICALLY as the person to speak with). When I offered to get on the phone, they let me croak a while before telling me that they wouldn't refill my medication until I came back in.
I wasn't about to make an office full of people sick, so I ended up going cold turkey from an antidepressant I'd been on for years.
Guess I wasn't praying hard enough.