Community Mental Health Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to the Community Mental Health Center with a routine supply run. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, something odd caught his eye—a small wooden carving nestled among the medical supplies. Curious, he picked it up and found himself staring at an intricately carved figurine of a smiling therapist with closed eyes. He showed it to his co-workers later that day, joking that maybe the center had a secret hobby club for therapists. Everyone laughed, but one nurse whispered she’d seen the same figurine in the break room’s decorations. Turns out, it was just an office decoration everyone overlooked—except now they couldn’t stop giggling about it.

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to the Community Mental Health Center with a box of donuts for the staff. As he stepped out of the truck, he noticed an old man sitting on the steps, humming softly and counting invisible buttons. The driver smiled and asked if he needed help. The old man looked up, grinned broadly, and replied, ‘Just waiting for my appointment!’ Turning back to his imaginary buttons, he added, ‘Don’t mind me, I’m just here for some good ol’ fashioned therapy.’

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an old man walked into the Community Mental Health Center with a basket of fresh-baked cookies. The staff was puzzled but grateful for the unexpected treat. As they accepted the cookies, the old man whispered, ‘Just wanted everyone here to know that even on your worst days, life can be sweet.’ Then he turned and disappeared into the early-morning mist.

4. In the late afternoon, a young mother rushed into the Community Mental Health Center, frantically asking if anyone had seen her lost kitten. The receptionist smiled and replied, 'We help with mental health here, ma'am—maybe try the animal shelter?' A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman approached the desk, muttering under his breath. ‘I’m here for my weekly appointment,’ he said. The receptionist looked up, confused. ‘Sir, you’re in the wrong place—we don’t deliver groceries.’