I think the only thing that makes life anywhere near bearable or tolerable for me right now is people with the ability to listen, unlike more than three therapists (irl). And unlike the family of origin. I’m not just a bunch of walking labels. How freakin boring. It disgusts me when they try to reduce a human being to a bunch of derogatory labels.

I don’t have the money to pay another therapist for 7 years

I don’t have the energy to feed them for 7 years, only to be turned on and treated like garbage.

I didn’t have the skills to assess a competent therapist. Maybe I do now but not if I’m muzzled.