It helped me once when I was much younger. I went to a very good hospital where the employees were all very intelligent, competent, and respectful. The hospital was private and only took good insurance, and they didn't take anyone too psychotic or aggressive, so everyone there was just depressed. Also, EVERYBODY was there voluntarily and the staff could recommend if they want us to stay longer but nobody got forced or pressured. All of the patients were either college students or "successful" (well-off, educated, white-collar) adults. We had a lot of personal freedom, individual and group therapy, art therapy, good food, access to the outdoors, puzzles, coloring books, tons of reading books and movies. The doctors who did meds actually talked with us each day for 15-30 minutes and didn't force anyone to take meds they don't like, and listened if people didn't like side effects. The rooms were comfortable, most people had private rooms but some had roommates and if you wanted to switch there was no problem. Nice mattresses and pillows. There was a smoking room we could use any time other than bedtime (11pm-7am), very few restrictions on phone calls (this was before smartphones), and we could even shave legs with minimal supervision. They also helped with real world problems like signing people up for benefits, finding good therapists for after discharge, making sure everyone had a safe place to return home to (sometimes this meant getting people funding for living away from family), even helped with coordinating scholarships and talking to professors or employers to keep people from being kicked out of college or fired from work. Some people got hooked up with new jobs for when they leave. After leaving, there were lots of options to keep getting care from the hospital for ongoing support like regular therapy and psychiatry that you just do once a week. And when I got a new therapist, the hospital actually worked with them and coordinated my care then kept checking with me for a few months after to make sure my external needs are met.
It was probably the closest you could get to one of those fancy cash-only celebrity "treatment resorts", while still being funded by health insurance. My stay there felt like a vacation in many ways.
The hospital has been sold since then and from what I've heard, it's turned into the typical inhumane shithole that most people imagine when they think of psych wards.