I made my exit and never spoke to her again. This is how it ended.
The Last Waltz
Category: Includes Recordings
This post includes recording excerpts from sessions between Matt and Sam made mostly after his breakdown.
In Which We See Each Other In Person
After months of video sessions, I drove to her office in Connecticut to see what it would be like to be in the room with her again. It was the beginning of the end.
Three Months of Hell
We went back to twice-weekly sessions. Sam disclosed more and more. The more she disclosed, the closer I felt — and the more confused and trapped.
The First Next Session
Despite wanting to end it, I went back. Sam persuaded me to continue. What followed was worse than what came before.
“I love You. I am Deeply Immersed With You.” — Sam
My therapist told me she loved me. She said we needed to figure out what we were going to do. What I did was have a nervous breakdown.
“Sometimes what feels like love is just love.” — Sam
I told my therapist I was experiencing transference. She told me it wasn't transference. She said sometimes what feels like love is just love.
Things I Know About My Former Therapist (But Shouldn’t)
A list of personal details my therapist shared with me over years of sessions. Every item on this list is something she never should have told me.