By writing this, I am not denying that some of us have had bad experiences with therapists. I've met some that were idiots. Like the one who had a anger tantrum when I declined his services after first visit and started screaming at me as I went out the door.

On the other hand, in some of my darkest hours, a wonderful, wonderful therapist maintained contact with me, even after I moved all alone to another city. And I found a second, very decent caring man in that city, at a United Way agency, who also made a big difference in my life and sanity. He, too, offered to keep in touch when I was moving on.

It is very hard to keep moving when we are in the depths of depression. I think there's probably no one-size-fits-all therapist. Someone who is very good with one kind of client may have no empathy with another type. It's almost like the chemistry of falling in love.

I truly hope that those of you have had bad experiences also find those caring individuals to balance your perspective. Wishing you all that's good and lotsa hugs.