Dear Therapist,

Therapy has ruined my life.

I fear love because I become obsessed and then the other person has complete power over how I feel. I'm obsessed with you and the limited relationship is the foundation of the depression that was not there when I started seeing you. I can't tell you because I can't risk you leaving me- even though I know it is the only way I have a chance at finding health again.
Therapy is hurting me. I depress myself and dig up hurtful things just to keep you. I can't stop. I hurt myself with things I had already dealt with... or so I thought. I am confused. I wish you had never shown me how deep love that is "returned" feels. knowing now how it feels and the crazy lengths I've gone through to learn all about you and how obsessed I am and how in love I am--- I know I made the right decision a long time ago marrying someone I didn't love. It was safe. I made the wrong one in divorcing him for you. Now here I am... alone. Depressed. But thanks a lot for the one hour a week. I eat it up, but it leaves me empty.

love,
your client whom you think isn't crazy

PS: How do I stop obsessing over people? You aren't exactly the first.
PPS: How do I stop seeing you without going so far off the deep end I drown?
PPPS: I blame you. Why did you have to be so nice and caring. Why did you call me when I didn't call you first just to see how I was doing? Why did you keep encouraging me to call outside of session even though I didn't? Eventually I did. I couldn't stand being apart. Why did you manipulate me into feeling like I was special to you when I am really client number 345245825348594? Why did you make me dependent and obsessed? Sometimes I think you knew exactly what you were doing. All I came to you for was a little help with an easy fix. Now years have passed and what I have become is pathetic. Why did you stop calling? Are you bored with me now? Ready to move on to the next? I'll never be able to leave.
PPPPS: I know it was my fault.
PPPPPS: Please Don't Terminate Me