Was scheduled to go in on Wednesday at 3:30pm where I normally get off work at 4pm. Took off work a little early to get there. Waited 45 minutes, despite having an appointment, to have my therapist tell me that she cannot see me today because they had a "mental incident." Whatever the hell that means. She didn't elaborate and I didn't press her with follow up questions. Also, another client I guess has been waiting here for an hour and they close at 4pm. Kinda weird that my appointment was at 3:30pm, 30 minutes before they close for what I assumed was a full hour session. But whatever, I said that's okay. She followed up with the same stupid questions she asked me many times in different ways of saying it:

"Are you feeling suicidal?"
"Are you having feelings of harming yourself?"
"Are you having feelings of hurting other people?"

No.

After that she said she can't see me again until a month from now. I said, "okay...." She followed with, "But don't worry, I'll give you a call tomorrow and we can have a phone therapy session. I'll also call you throughout the week until our next appointment. Does 10am work for you?" I say, sure. She escorts me out. Cut to tomorrow. Set my alarm for 9am so I can wake up and have a cup of coffee and hopefully not sound tired over the phone. She never called. It is now the end of Sunday. She never called....

So yeah. Already off to a great start I'd say. I was kind of under the impression that the entire point of therapy was that the person you're talking with is supposed to, ya know... CARE? But I guess I was wrong and that everyone else was right that therapy was the right decision. Yep. I suuuuure am glad that I keep doing things that other people tell me I should do to feel better. :)