I believed therapists were saviors. I made the mistake of returning to the therapist who referred me to the bully--her friend--in the first place. I tried again years later. Going to therapy, then returning was a terrible mistake in all instances.

The therapists performed roles of sages and seers, and I bought. I childishly and magically believed that they had some unattainable wisdom. It took me a long time to discard my illusion.