At one point in my life, I guess it was in 2009, I was incredibly jaded by everything relating to psychology and psychiatry. I had been in therapy for years, on a plethora of different medications, the whole 9 yards, and nothing was helping. So I stopped. I stopped all of my meds cold turkey. I ghosted my T. And I didn't even contemplate going back until 2016. Unentangling with my FOO helped me quite a bit. I've definitely grown since then. But I guess I finally realized that I had improved as much as I could on my own. So now I'm in therapy again, and still managing without any psychotropic medication. I can't take anything at the moment, but I digress.

I don't know that I'll want to start seeing another T when RoboT and I terminate in December. I'm burnt on therapy currently, but that's probably due in large part to the tension between RoboT and I.