Find Hope and Healing for Your Mental Health

This place is amazing. I had to come here once before because of my addiction and it made me such a better person with so much more skills after leaving. Unfortunately I had a little mess up so I was more than willing to come back here. I’m embraced with open arms here and the staff is amazing from the techs. To the therapist to the case workers. Literally can’t fathom how much I would recommend coming here and getting the help you need. If I could give this place 10 stars out of 5 I would. I wanna shout out Kesha, Mario, Shya, Allison, Kat, Taylor, Alyssa, Bonnie, Diego,,Katie, Michael, Shannon , Issac, Teresa, Shelly, Michelle, Marcy, and Danielle, James the tech and James the nurse, Jeff and last but not least Kylie

amazing medical staff , tania with outstanding help with short term disability , recreational therapist needs a raise she is amazing. . mel is so inspiring and flat out wants to see our success . brooks

Nikki B. and Leanne have been wonderful-- I am incredibly grateful for the IOP program, and Nikki executes it both professionally and eloquently. I've met several individuals within the group, never feel judged, and finally (with all of this support) feel a sense of community that I've never experienced before. Thank you, again, to Recivery Village. It took only overnight to get my initial intake and assessment, and then entered the program the very next day, where my healing finally began. ❤️ If you're looking for support for your hurts, habits and hangups, Recovery Village is the place to start your journey toward a better and more fulfilling life.

This program has been such a great experience! Nikki has been so helpful in my recovery and teaching me new skills and just about myself in general. Leanne has been so helpful and kind in the office, helping me get paperwork completed and she always has such pleasant attitude. 5 stars! Nothing negative to say! I’m going to miss coming here.

Great hospitality so far. My stay starts tomorrow.4/9/2026

​I walked back through those doors with my head down, carrying the heavy, suffocating weight of what I felt was a personal failure. I was so discouraged, convinced that needing to return so soon meant I hadn't tried hard enough—that I was somehow broken beyond repair. I expected the world to look at me with judgment, because that’s exactly how I was looking at myself.
​But instead of "I told you so," I was met with a kindness so pure it caught me off guard.
​In the BHU, the staff didn't just see a patient; they saw me. They met my shame with patience and my fear with an understanding that I didn't think I deserved. For the first time in years, the walls I built to survive finally started to crumble. I found myself opening up, sharing pieces of my soul that I had kept locked away in the dark, simply because for the first time, I felt safe enough to breathe.
​There is a profound, tearful comfort in realizing you don't have to carry it all alone. While I hope with everything in me that this was my last stay, I’m walking away with a different kind of peace—knowing that if the world ever gets too loud or too heavy again, there is a place that will catch me. A place that doesn't see a "return" as a failure, but as a homecoming.