I went to therapy for CBT because I was struggling with anxiety, my ED was taking over my life, and a falling out with my mom after she relapsed following 10 years of sobriety. My therapist coached me through an iPad test and decided I’m bipolar even though it didn’t resonate me at all. (spoiler alert: I do not have bipolar disorder)

She insisted I dump my boyfriend who is an objectively good person. Like, we started dating two years after he encountered me having a panic attack. He’s the first person I ever trusted and he’s even the one who encouraged me to seek therapy. We’re celebrating 6 years together this week and I’m now anxiety and ED-free, so joke’s on her.

The kicker though was when my therapist told me that if I didn’t find God I was never going to get better. My mom’s alcoholism stems from traumatic religious experiences as a child, so I obviously noped outta there right quick.