The first paragraph in the Feb. 22 article concerning Bull Street made me realize it’s all about money (“Bull Street: The center of a new downtown”). It’s so sad. That property was established back in 1821 by the S.C. General Assembly for those with mental-health problems to get treatment, not punishment.
We must have lost our values concerning what’s important. I hope we can practice what Jesus taught us: to help one another. And remember: We will reap what we sow.
I worked as a psychiatric nurse at Hall Institute and walked those grounds. A lot of people received help there; some chose to die there.
So where do all those needing mental-health care go today? Think about it.
So many are experiencing “stress” as depression; it takes more than just writing a prescription to help those people. How well do I know this; my sweet sister, Dottie, died March 3, 2006, from lack of good mental-health care.