Last year before her move, she said that she would give her patients one year's notice if she decides to move permanently. But she cannot honor that now. Not even a fraction of it. Not even for one month. It feels like empty promises.

That is harsh and I feel for you!!! I'm much older than you (probably) and it's still very important to me that people honour their words, or at the very least that they acknowledge and apologise sincerely for not doing so. This is a big deal.

However, looking back (I am doing a lot of looking back as I've been shredding diaries that I wrote while in therapy)… I would also say that from my experience no one person was ever going to be able to help with the huge challenges that my life has dealt out to me. Reading my diaries makes me remember how dependent I was on so-called experts who were only limited human beings. That was before internet (!) so I had only people in my immediate geographical area to turn towards when in crisis.

There is a projection that we go to "a therapist" and they will prove to us that we, and life generally, is ok. The problems that I faced as a young person, and the problems of many young people from violent homes, were horrific. At the time I got most angry with the one person who looking back was appropriate and useful in facing that horrific situation.

I am writing that partly for my own self - reading those diaries and asking myself about the terrible emotional suffering written there. Partly to remind you that as well as your hurt feelings... which are 100% valid!!! There is a perspective where therapists are only limited human beings and you have your own life to live.

If possible, it might be good to consider how you need to live your life going forward from this situation - at the same time as letting your therapist know your hurt and shock at her thoughtless behaviour. I'm a tai chi practitioner and I work with my energy to balance my emotions. If your energy gets completely sucked into emotions of betrayal, then you will fall hard: rather use at least some of your energy to reach out beyond therapy.

Two therapists really tried to help me, within the financial constraints that I was earning a very low income and couldn't even vaguely afford their fees. One died from cancer while helping me, and the other committed suicide. Not the intimacy that I longed for at all! But I honour their genuine attempts to care.