I feel like every time I went I was different, like each time I was a different person going to the appointments

She stopped because she couldn’t pinpoint my problems. Every time, my stance on them changed. Every time, I would act so differently. I was confused, she was confused. But honestly, I hated therapy. One thing I always hate is when people ask me questions to understand me instead of just getting to know me in other ways. She asked so much. I couldn’t understand why she was always so confused. But I was confused, too.

One time, I had to write down all the emotions I had before. During the next appointment, she asked me to talk about when these feelings happened. I couldn’t remember any of the experiences, anything. It scared me. I didn’t want her to ask any more questions than she already had. And after I told her I couldn’t remember… that was my last appointment.

I've had SEVEN therapists give up on me because i'm to mentally unstable for them to help me but eventually you will find the right one for you