I get it. I like my therapist yet feel the same way. I don't have issues with dependency with humans or anything else, yet here I am almost unable to function some weeks because seven days feel impossibly long. Sometimes there's a crack in her facade and it's clear that it's all an emotional sham, purely business, and largely scripted. I remember I'm being used to build someone's career, used to make her feel like a success, used to fill a slot, and needy and empty enough to pay for the experience. The few things in my life that are better I don't even want to tell her about, probably out of some sick fear that it'll mean I'm well enough to not see her anymore.