I'll try to keep this short so people can get through it.

A bit more than 3 years ago I went to see a therapist at my university's counseling centre. At the time I had no idea I might have bpd, I don't think I'd heard of it. I'd also seen 4 therapists previously with no positive result. 

So I started seeing this guy who actually wasn't licensed--he was a postdoc. And the place had a 10-session limit. I didn't think I'd get attached to him (I hadn't to the other 4)--I thought it would probably be useless, but I still gave it a try.

The guy was really, really good. I started feeling better after 2 sessions. He was validating and empathetic- more than anyone had ever been to me before. He never said or did anything that hurt me. 

Then the 10th session arrived. I thought I would be sad it was ending, but I didn't expect disaster. But the day after my last session with him, I woke up in a different world. I cried all day. I was really, really messed up for the first 6 months after my last appointment.

It's a long story, but here's the main thing: I never got over it. I have seen 8 therapists since him and none of them has helped me much at all. I'm just getting worse as the years go by. I'm much worse than I was before I saw him. It seems like I'm just getting more and more hopeless as time goes on... I can't find anyone to help me, and the more therapists I try, the more I think no one in the world can help.

what do you guys think about it?