i saw a "therapist" not long ago only three times. The first thing she said to me was, "being bipolar must be the most awful way in the world to live." Bye-bye, therapist! She had just gotten a new job with an insurance company and I think that's a good place for her to be now. Her saying that to me told me that she was a rotten therapist and that she had no idea I knew that what she said was, yes, sometimes true about a million times more deeply than she could have ever imagined. I even laughed after I was done with her! Another therapist I saw for many years said she was so sorry to me so many times that I even wrote a poem about her....
THE SORRY THERAPIST
I am sorry, so sorry
I apologize
I’m sorry for all of
Your misfortunes
I’m so sorry, so very sorry
I’m sorry I’m a therapist
‘Cause I’m a sorry one
I’m sorry I exist
As I cannot help you
At all
All I can do is say
I’m sorry
Over and over
And over and over
I’m so sorry.
Oh, so sorry.
I’m sorrreeeee.

Good God,
How did she ever get a license?

I was so tempted to email this to her after I left that clinic, but it's better that I didn't, I think. She didn't know much about BD or anything else at all and would have chalked it up to that only.

She actually made a good secretary for me, helped with some paperwork, getting my doc to write a proper letter! That was maybe her life's calling instead of counseling very ill people.