Honestly what got me through it was terminating therapy and having time pass. I think of her fondly but the soul crushing longings are gone.

I saw her 3-4/week for 5 1/2 years. For at least 2 of those years, 100% of my sessions were spent in tears. I told her everything about my feelings and fantasies. Dreams too. I held nothing back.

It was as if all of the tears and desires that my biological mother didn't hear were unleashed upon my therapist.

Ultimately, though, I could not take it anymore and have to leave. I couldn't come out on the other side until I got away from her.