IG, I felt extremely ashamed, very unlovable, very guilty when my therapy fell apart. I mean, therapists are supposed to support everyone, so I must be terrible to have such a bad ending, right? Errr. no.

Therapy-think deeply implanted many ideas --therapy is a laboratory for life, and all that. Errr. no, again. Therapy is a relationship like no other, it's unequal, it's paid, it's limited, it's engineered.

As I mentioned, my mind was far ahead of my emotions. I came to understand how vain and self-righteous my therapists were--completely unreliable in defining the relationship and or me. They felt like gods. I defined myself through their lens. In truth, this was a huge distortion because the breakdown of the relationship, the fact that I didn't play their role threatened THEM and they struck. (These were co-therapists.)

Ultimately, I had to unravel how unimportant these people were in my life. They were dreadful at their jobs. They were people who went to school and got degrees. The experience was like leaving a cult. I was utterly brainwashed.

The women I met through TELL: Therapy Exploitation Link Line also found the experience destabilizing, intimidating and sabotaging. The good news is I found rewards for coming out the other side and eventually discarding my therapists' distortions.