Very insightful.

For me, the ‘letting go’ part (leaving therapy), was where I found the most growth. I spent many years living in the fantasy my therapist could give me what I missed out on in my childhood. Therapy became an addiction and a double-edged sword. At one end feeling so gratifying, and at the other, so utterly lonely, empty and gutting. Therapy broke my heart in ways I couldn’t imagine.

It’s been over a year, and the most painful part is that I think about her every day. Sometimes with longing and sometimes with rage. To her, I am a closed file.