Unfortunately therapy only brought out the worst in me, leaving me feeling self-absorbed, like the world owed me something because of my unfair childhood, that I was entitled to coddling and special treatment. I fantastically believed I was undergoing some kind of transforming rite that would lead me to clarity.

I lost a few precious friends on my deluded journey because of both my self-pity and my magical thinking. And the focus on my life's injustices, wounds and defects led me into a depression I never had prior.

Any "recovery" I've achieved from this state has been on my own, unaided by more therapy.