Okay, this is going to be a rant ...

What I hate about therapy is that you will never know if your T really cares about you or is laughing about you behind your back. You aren't their friend, they aren't your friend, and you will never be friends. It's a job. You just have to believe it. And how can you believe it when all your life experience tells you not to believe it? After all, they see you at your worst, know horrible things about you, and you are supposed to believe that they care, that they are trustworthy ... It's not rational. I'm taking a break from therapy and I don't know if I will return.