This is messy and complex so try not to assume everything is covered in this text...
I was very attached and trying to weigh up all the pros and cons. I brought up about 7 or so different times that I wasn't happy with things. But in-between that things were good.
Sometimes things were great, she felt warm, I felt understood, I learnt more about myself, and got a solid new perspective. But those great times were so rare.
I felt like I was being breadcrumbed by my therapist.
She was clearly capable so why not be like that all the time...
It felt like she dodged difficult work sometimes and was more likely to emotionally engage in small talk and things like that.
This was frustrating because I was trying so hard to grow and fighting incredible anxiety just to show up and let myself be seen.
I had her on such a pedestal...
I needed to, I found her at a very dark time, a time I wish she did more to help me through... But when you are absolutely starving breadcrumbs are better than nothing right?
Until they aren't.
I kinda threatened to/ did leave a few times for a short period.
But I didn't really want to, I just wanted her to show up better or definitively tell me she couldn't or wouldn't...
The last time she said it felt different to the last times I said goodbye. Then I emailed her all my feelings about it, good and bad. As if I explained myself enough times using the right words it would all click into place and make the work we were doing more efficient and meaningful...
So many words, I was so raw and honest. She thanked me and gave what felt like a slightly clinical and very brief goodbye.
When I received her response it all set in.
Feeling breadcrumbed, exposed without being guided, the off comments she made, feeling totally dropped so many times...
I cried 6 times in one day and sent her a poem.
She didn't respond.
A few weeks later I finally for the first time in the relationship called her out, she wasn't on a pedestal anymore. It was very cutting, but not totally feral.
She didn't reply.
A week later I have an extremely heartfelt and insightful apology, I took accountability and said I was ashamed I spoke to someone I respected and relied on that way.
She didn't reply.
I'm not going to message her again.
I just thought after like 4 years, all the time, all the times she complimented me, how raw and generous I was with my emotions, that she would idk.
It just really feels like she couldn't give a shit.
I already told her I struggle not to assume the worst in silence, I told her this in the apology and years ago when I was disclosing trauma.
I guess I just have to deal with the fact that she was largely absent the whole time, the ending is just a final reflection of that.
And it hurts to accept.
She was the best therapist I ever had, and I had loads growing up.
I honestly doubt this entire profession now...
Really struggling to get it all out of my head, it aches so much... I keep trying to solve the unsolvable, starving for answers I'll never have so I try to just shift my attention.
It's tough, but I'm still moving forward with life at least.