Dear Counselor Who Disappeared Me,
Thank you for pretending to care so that I would feel safe with you and trust you and you could get the counseling practice hours you needed under your so-called supervision and could get your license.
I appreciate you hurting me and fucking me up mentally and emotionally, instead of having some kindness and grace and gentleness about how you ended my therapy.
Thanks for giving me the reality reminder that I apparently needed to have it click that pretty privileged entitled white boys like you are almost never as kind as they seem.
And for teaching me that therapy is pretend bullshit and a big fucking money grubbing lie.
Yours forever,
The Client Who You Hate
P.S. Go Fuck Yourself