I absolutely detest this place. I went through the worst detox ever. 3 days i'm sweating puking and the shakes. Why wouldn't people help me through this? Isn't it their job. All they did was just give me more pills which I found completely ironic. But whatever. The only reason I'm still clean is that my Dad paid for this and the guilt of that supersedes my addiction. I wouldn't say that I would recommend this to my worst enemy but i'm seriously conflicted over the whole scenario. It seemed like I was just a sheep or a cow and a herd there. The only the only attention I got was when I was screaming and I had to deal with security. I screamed a lot. Nice facility horrible attention.