Best Hampton, VA Drug Rehab Centers

(PSH) Permanent Supportive Housing is hidden however located NEXT DOOR @ 501 Medical Dr. on Wednesday’s at 9:00am , wait in line & sign in if you or someone you are bringing is Chronically Homeless. Then & only then will it be one of the last Wednesday’s you or they experiences homeless. Spreading Gospel

Great staff!!!! And Great place!!!!

The Hampton–Newport News Community Services Board does incredible work, and I want to take a moment to recognize several of the people there who go above and beyond every day. Lakeisha Jenkins, Jennifer Small, Anthony Howard, Jasmine Parker, Che Barnes, Janice Wilkes, and Lynn Fields all stand out for their professionalism, dedication, and compassion. Every time I’ve had the chance to interact with them, they’ve been conscientious, approachable, and committed to helping people get the resources and support they need. It’s not easy work, but they carry it with patience and care, and it shows in the way they treat people. In a community, having an organization like the CSB makes all the difference — but having staff members who really care about the people they serve is what takes it to the next level. These six individuals in particular deserve recognition for the outstanding job they do, and I’m grateful for the impact they’re making here in Hampton and Newport News.

Keeps me going thanks doctors and nurses

Kind of a mixed bag here. On one hand, this place saved my life. I'll say it again. It. Saved. My. Life. When I first went here several years ago, I thought about suicide every day. I hated everyone and everything. I had no capacity for love, even for my family, who I saw as enemies. I was afraid to go near roads because of the overwhelming urge to step into traffic. I screamed at others so loudly I'd lose my voice, for the smallest of slights. I didn't go outside or leave the house if I could help it. I was facing homelessness because I could no longer handle the pressures of being in public, let alone working. My capacity for stress management was all but gone, and my propensity for violence and rage was always just below the surface, if I was lucky. My family was at a loss to help me, and finding help for my mental state had largely fallen to me to handle, which only compounded my agitation and hopelessness. This place was scary to go to at first, but I gave it a try anyway. The therapist I was assigned had not yet completed her training, and was more of a general behavioral therapist rather than the a specialist in borderline and depressive behavior. Still, she gave me someone to talk to. Just one hour a week and it made a ton of difference. Not only that, but when I hurt myself, she helped me find a psychiatrist to stabilize my brain chemistry. The therapist taught me about neuroplasticity and the ability to form new, positive habits, which I took to heart. I really admired the way she took to learning to skills in order to meet my needs, despite no obligation to do so whatsoever. In time, with her guidance, I was able to find hope again. I learned to be productive, and a year and a half later, I found a job. A year ago I found an apartment of my own. I still struggle, but now I have tools, and a specialist. I am no longer on welfare, and I can pick myself up when I fall down. Being discharged from the place was a triumph because I had learned so much and gained enough semblance of self to stand again, even if it was ultimately an emotional limp at the time. I went back a year later because after twenty four years of smoking pot, I found that I could not stop. It was really bothering me, so I asked for help from the place that had saved me so dearly not long before. I met an intake counselor who was clearly a pothead himself (one knows his own). When I told him about my addiction, he mocked me for it, telling me that vapes and weed weren't the same (tell that to my brain). Then he dismissed me. It's been two years and I still struggle with this. I quit booze and smoking cigs after 20 years, but I have no support for what was once considered a benign activity. One of the reasons I struggle is because, despite modern studies, I have no emotional or verbal support for my efforts. I am very reluctant to go back here and be mocked for my efforts again. So they helped, and they also sentenced me to a prolonged addiction due to one man's dismissive bias. Mixed bag.