Mental Health Providers in Farmerville, Louisiana

On 10-10-2025, I went to the ER because my neck pain, which is normally around a 4 or 5 on the pain scale, had shot up to a 10 and was unbearable. I already have a compression fracture in my C6 vertebra, so I was terrified something had gotten worse. I wasn’t there for pain meds — I just wanted diagnostic testing to figure out what was going on. While I was sitting on the side of the bed crying and trying to get comfortable, Dr. Tanya Mitchell came flying into the room, talking a mile a minute. The first thing she asked was why I was there — typical and expected — but the assumptions started immediately after. Her next question was why I didn’t have an orthopedic doctor (I do) and what kind of pain medicine he prescribes. I told her he doesn’t prescribe pain medication; he advised, and I agreed, that naproxen (prescribed by my PCP) and Tylenol (OTC) were appropriate for my chronic pain. Her response? “So did you come here for a refill of your naproxen?” Side note: If naproxen and Aleve weren’t the same thing, I wouldn’t have been so offended. If I wanted more naproxen, I would have gone to Walmart, not the ER. I was so shocked I didn’t even know what to say at first. I told her no, then tried to explain that I came because the pain was unbearable and I needed to know if the compression fracture had worsened or if there was a new problem with the implanted disc in my neck. But she just kept firing off questions — at least twenty in under a minute — and I could barely keep up. I was already in tears, and by that point, I was so overwhelmed and confused that I almost had a panic attack. She wasn’t listening; she was just running through her list. The whole time, she was questioning me like I was lying. She asked for my orthopedic surgeon’s name and kept saying she was going to call him — at least five different times — in a tone that made it sound like she didn’t believe me. I told her to go ahead and call him, but she just kept looking at me like I was making it all up. Then she said she was going to request my MRI report. I tried to explain that the radiologist was in the middle of adding an addendum to fix errors in the report, meaning she’d be getting outdated information, but she didn’t care. She went ahead and requested it anyway. Eventually, I managed to convince her to order a CT scan. When she came back later, she had a huge smile on her face and told me, “Your neck is fine.” Then she handed me discharge papers that said “musculoskeletal pain” and “anxiety disorder.” I couldn’t believe it. I know something’s wrong — I literally have a compression fracture according to an X-ray I had on September 30, 2025, at the North Louisiana Orthopaedic & Sports Medicine Clinic in Monroe. The whole experience made me feel humiliated, dismissed, and completely disrespected. Being treated like a drug seeker when you’re just desperate for help is one of the worst feelings in the world. It made my pain worse and was a complete waste of time and emotional energy. If the CT scan truly showed no compression fracture in my C6 vertebra, I’d suggest getting that machine serviced — stat. If anyone cares to verify what I’m saying, my orthopedic surgeon is Dr. Standley Crawford, and I see him at the clinic mentioned above. Update with Supporting Image: I’ve included a photo from my own CT scan (taken 10/10/2025), the same study where the radiology report stated “vertebral heights and alignment appear normal.” If you look at the area marked with the red arrow, you can clearly see the anterior portion of the C6 vertebra is significantly lower than the superior endplate, creating a wedge-shaped appearance. This is exactly what most radiologists would describe as a compression fracture. It’s extremely concerning that something this obvious on imaging could be dismissed as “normal alignment,” especially given the severity of my ongoing pain and the documented findings of implant subsidence.