Therapy was harmful for me in several ways:
. Underscoring my wounds and life's unfairness as well as my weaknesses.
. Habituating my self-absorption and ruminating on everything negative. It taught me how to be depressive.
. A child/savior relationship with my therapists which rewarded my pain and learned helplessness.
. The magical thinking that my life and relationships would improve through complaining, busy-work exercises and ruminating rather than action.
. The magical thinking that my therapist was a savant with omniscient knowledge of me and superior knowledge of life.
. Encouragement of unscientific thinking: that emotions could be "released" like a steam kettle or that negative feelings can be diminished through discussing past events.
. Reinforcing a self-image as a helpless, incompetent subordinate to the powerful, wise, magical therapist. Through my therapists' subtexts and cues, I saw them larger than life like a toddler views a parent.
. Living for the my distorted therapy world rather than life.
Here is another skeptic on the subject. (Please don't read if a therapy doubter will trigger you.)
https://trytherapyfree.wordpress.com...y-free-part-1/

I have relieved my anxiety through the years, by pursuing goals, through exercise and yoga, by proving my own competence to myself and simply living life. Therapy only took me backwards.