This place is horrible!!!!! My 82 year-old father was a patient there three years ago and my family and I are still haunted by the memories. Since when is being locked in a cheerless facility, having your phone taken away, and having limited visitation from your family a cure for depression??!! My dad got even more depressed living in that place. We feel that they didn’t work on getting to the bottom of what was causing his depression at all. They just had him playing stupid games; sometimes even while someone from the family was there to visit, thus taking away valuable visiting time, which is what he needed and wanted the most. Or they would put him in the common room and have him listen to someone playing the piano, but listening to music was not something he enjoyed.The one and only TV was in the common room and had to be shared with the other patients, so Dad rarely got to watch what he wanted to watch.The worst thing was not letting him have his cell phone. Why in the bleep couldn’t he have his cell phone??!! He couldn’t call us and we couldn’t call him anytime we wanted to. Phone calling had to be done on the public phone in the hallway. One day I had just left the hospital and remembered that I had forgotten to tell my dad something. Knowing that my sister-in-law was still there, I called her cell phone and asked her to give her phone to Dad, which she did. Immediately, a very rude staff member jumped all over her for doing that. My sister-in-law had to assert herself and say, “His daughter needs to talk to him!” The staff member backed off and let my dad talk to me.The visiting rule is also very cruel; only two people at a time. One day when I and another family member were visiting, other family members showed up and were told they would have to wait until we left. My dad was very disappointed and asked why. He pointed to all the empty chairs in the room, indicating that there was plenty of room. A staff member rudely said to him, “What would happen if we let EVERYONE have more than two visitors?” We were like, “Umm, then everyone would be happy.”We kept waiting and hoping that Dad would be helped with his depression, which was why he was there, but he just got worse and worse. He fell so deep that he became catatonic. We were ready to just take him home. Then he got pneumonia and had to be transferred to the medical part of the hospital. As soon as he was wheeled into his new room, his emotional and mental state began to improve. My mom showed him that he had his own TV and gave him back his cell phone and his face lit up. He immediately came out of his catatonic state and started talking to us and acting normal again. He was also allowed as many visitors as he wanted, which also made him very happy. I’m telling you, that psych ward is awful!! It was the most depressing place I have ever been in. The feeling of depression hits you like a brick wall as soon as you walk through the doors. Unless they have made a lot of changes in the last three years, I would not recommend putting your loved one in that place. I wouldn’t have given even one star, but it wouldn’t let me post until I had given the star.