I feel like I screwed up by firing my "bad" shrink. I do.

I miss him so so so much. In the year and a half that I went to therapy, I honestly came to think of him as my third parent.

I was just thinking today how the actual parents who raised me are objectively, so much worse than how my shrink treated me, and I still keep in touch with them and make an effort to be on good terms with them.

And then it hit me. Why am I so intolerant to imperfection in others?

I am blaming this person for not being there for me by accident, when the people who should have been there (in theory) chose not to be.

Am I crazy????

Sorry if this makes no sense. It just hit me and I need to throw it out there so I don't keep chewing it over.