I recently admitted myself to Vanderbilt Psychiatric Hospital for depression, anxiety, and suicidal thinking. Upon my admission, I told the intake person that I had not slept in days and had knowingly taken 3 anti anxiety pills to help settle my mind. After I took them, I panicked, thinking I might have unintentionally overdosed. I have never had a drug problem and wasn\'t sure how many would harm me. Like, I said, I was mentally and physically exhausted. I was led to believe that Vanderbilt would help me with the problems I was experiencing and agreed to go inpatient for treatment.Upon my arrival to the floor, I quickly realized that something was amiss. The other patients on the floor did not seem to have issues like myself, they were rather combative and loud. I dismissed it because I am not one to judge others. However, when evening came and my room mate began screaming for water, her shoes, and the nurse, I knew something was off. I asked for my blood pressure medicine, and was told that it might interfere with my Detox. My what??? Red flags were flying everywhere at this point. I demanded to know what was happening, so my nurse told me that I was being treated for addiction to prescription meds and that I was on the detox floor. I was furious. I have battled depression and anxiety my entire life but not once have I even had a drug problem. I was insulted, embarrassed, and felt ashamed for even having to be in the hospital. I felt like this was all my fault. Sleep was not to had for me, and by 4:00 a.m., I had had enough. I demanded to call my husband, but that did not happen. Instead, the charge nurse was sent to talk to me. I told her of my plight, and she agreed that I did not meet detox requirements and said to hang in there until I saw the Doctor in a few hours. Around 8:00a.m., the Doctor did indeed see me, but unfortunately, he reinforced the addict theory and would not discharge me or move me to the appropriate floor. I was beyond furious. I decided to discharge myself against medical advice. I was told that my insurance would not pay for my stay, but I did not care. I was being treated unjustly and I wanted out! A few weeks later, I admitted myself to Parthenon Pavilion,was kept 7 days and treated for my depression and anxiety. Never once was drug addiction a consideration and I was given all of my medication as prescribed. Now, 4 months later, I have battled Vanderbilt over $648 that they have tried to force me to pay. The insurance did indeed pay their portion, unlike what Vanderbilt tried to make me believe. My opinion is, they should be happy with what they got and leave me the heck alone. But no, they have billed me and even turned down an appeal that I filed with the patient advocacy department. They say that I received \"quality treatment\" during my 18 hour stay. I wonder if they would consider that \"quality treatment\" for one of their family members. I just learned this week that I have been turned over to a collection agency for my portion of the bill. I am hurt, angry, embarrassed, and frustrated, but most of all, I am healthy once again and I have to remember that\'s what is important. No thanks to Vanderbilt. We are paying the balance, only because we are tired of dealing with this. However, if I can keep ONE person from going to this place, that is my objective. Please, please think long and hard before being admitted to Vanderbilt Psychiatric Hospital. I recommend Parthenon Pavilion at Centennial Medical Center if you need true, quality care for your mental health issues.