Making the decision to go into therapy was just another stupid phase I went through in anticipation that something good may actually come of it. Once again, I have made a fool of myself thinking my life could be different.

(IMO) Therapy is nothing but a dead end road. False hope. I cannot believe that I bought into this nonsense that talking about all my issues would make a difference. I emptied my soul. For what? Heartache and major disappointment, that's what.