I found pictures online of my first residential treatment center. It's beautiful. It was set up like a home. The first place I can ever remember feeling loved and safe, even though I was at a serious low (mental health-wise) and often noncompliant. Everyone there loved and supported me. It's where I found my hope and reconnected to myself. It's where I learned what Safe feels like. I used to plan on going back there and working there when I was older, but I'm not even in driving distance. I really miss it, and I miss the people, since I haven't contacted them and for some people, don't know how to, or don't know their last name lol. Does anyone relate? How were your experiences in RTC?