09-19-2014, 03:31 PM
My dad put me in a place like that when I was a kid because he found some pot in my room. The staff were fucked in the head, they were the ones that belonged in a mental institution. The crazy psychiatrist would pick his nose in front of us and one time he fell back in his chair while I was in his office. Then he insisted I was depressed and needed Prozac. His name was Dr. Wylie and we called him Dr. Crazy. That place is still in operation, I don't even know how.
Her anxiety must be pretty severe, nothing has worked to control it?
Her anxiety must be pretty severe, nothing has worked to control it?