Today was my second session with this man, the first was an intro. The intro was last week and he already forgot why I was even there?
Then when I tell him that I would like help with my anxiety, he says, " oh yea".
So then as the minutes go by he goes into I swear five different scenarios and my head is spinning because all I can think is, this guy is clueless. He even said he didn't know what to do about
. Then he suddenly has me bring up my childhood and recall a very painful, scary experience I had. Soon I'm in tears and he starts telling me that it's okay to confront the pain, and to write my mother a letter about
how much pain I was in as a child. Not to give it to her but in two weeks when I go back for another therapy session, that I can put the letter I wrote into a shredder.
Then WALA I'm cured. Really?