I found the "therapeutic" process the antithesis of what's promised, though I wouldn't use the word jaded. I found encouraged self-absorption , stewing in my wounds and defects, rather than living life. It conveyed an artificial message that I somehow was inferior to my therapists, who in retrospect I see as not particularly intelligent, insightful or even empathetic. It created a large amount of artificial drama that was detrimental rather than helpful.

I overcame much of my anxiety and learned far more "about myself" in actually living life. Therapy was a harmful sham to me.