Even I knew he was a bad therapist but I kept going for all this time because I liked him, I was happy with him, it made my week to be there. I felt like I mattered, I felt cared for. All of that kept me going...even though I knew we would barely get through issues.

Just frustrating we got into phobia work the past few months and made progress there, even mapped out how we were gonna go forward toward my goals and now BAM... leave me hanging. although he admitted yesterday, he had no idea what he was doing with it and where to go with it.