My first ever therapist abandoned me two-and-a-half years ago.

I just wanted to share that I am healed from that.

I started therapy with a private practitioner nearly four years ago and the therapist disappeared after I confessed sui thoughts. The therapist was in over his/her head with my issues and the therapist's behavior re-traumatized me.

It's like this therapist held my hand to open a can of worms and then disappeared when it got tough. (My issues are abuse / childhood abandonment / trauma / foster care kid stuff.)

I found a new therapist two years ago and it has been a long journey, but I feel more stable than I've felt in nearly six years! I've learned so much about trauma and I've gotten so many tools for my own healing.

I don't mean to brag or boast about this. I really feel thankful and more at peace with myself and the world around me than I thought was possible.

I thought that losing my first therapist was the end of the world. When I think about my first (bad) therapist now, I'm grateful the therapy ended when it did so that I could find this new therapist who actually knew what she was doing.

I don't miss the first therapist at all. I feel no ties to that person. I feel slightly bad that the person is not that great of a practitioner and I think that I'm a healthier individual than that supposed professional. I am angry at the ex-therapist sometimes, but no longer really sad.

That's all.

I don't want anyone to read this and feel bad or judge his or her own progress. I just wanted to share some hope. ...This is the message from the future that I wish my former self had gotten when times were really dark.

So often, people share their distress in the moment on these boards but there doesn't seem to be huge follow up.

I may be a therapy lifer. I'm not sure.