I was sent here after reporting to a local ER that I was suicidal. They set me up in a room and left me to get some sleep. I went to use the toilet and it was covered in dried urine, some of which were deep stains where it was clear urine had been allowed to pool for some time. I just went to bed. I asked four times the next day for it to be cleaned and was told each time that housekeeping would be by to attend to it. When it hadn't been cleaned by 6 pm I went to the charge nurse and reported the problem along with the fact that I asked four staff people that day. I was barked at, I was told directly that I did not speak to four people because if I had it would have been taken care of. The charge nurse did come and clean it, but she complained and belittled me the whole time.
The entire patient area is featureless, there's nothing on the walls anywhere. The rooms are spacious but spartan to a degree that a monk would find insufficient. There was one clock in the whole place and it was inaccessible at nighttime. The windows are frosted so you can't see out. There's not a shred of green anywhere, including the small outside patio which is just a concrete pad surrounded by a tall corrugated metal enclosure.
The staff were mostly polite but curt. There were a few friendly faces, but more than one that was truly abusive. Chief among those was a charge nurse named Dolly.
The only treatment provided was in group sessions which focused on addiction recovery and pithy aphorisms. They did absolutely nothing to address my depression or suicidal thoughts other than ask me a boilerplate checklist a couple of times a day, that basically amounted to "Are you still suicidal?"
The staff did not share information and I was repeatedly asked the same information. They continuously got my medication list incorrect. I was told categorically that I was not allowed visitors due to trace levels of marijuana in my system. I have a cousin doing 40 years for for killing a man while in a heroine induced psychotic breaks; he is allowed visitors every weekend. I was later told by another staff member that I was allowed visitors after all.
Regarding my release, I was told I'd only be there three or four days, which is what I was told each day for the next three or four days. They kept moving the target, clearly telling me something inaccurate just to placate me.
After my release I discovered I'd picked up a fungal infection on my left foot from the filthy shower stall I was required to use.
This place is a hole. It is dehumanizing and only served to worsen my depression. It's hygiene, personnel and practices need immediate review by an over site authority.
Because of this place, if I find myself suicidal again, I will find help but I will not go to the ER and risk being put in that wretched place, or another like it, again.