Have often felt hopeless myself, during over 40 years of this miserable disease. In my case the motivator for survival has been that I refuse to become a statistic like so many of my family and friends... six have done themselves in. I've had useless therapists too, and it's a damned shame since it feeds depression big time, and makes it all the harder to want to try to find another T. All I can offer is that you ARE worth it -- it's the disease telling you otherwise. Don't give up. Find a new T and tell them you HAVE to "work on stuff" because the previous T's did not go there.