>>120688Glad I'm not the only one blackpilled on therapy. It's a bit of a grift, isn't it? I've been through all this in a feels thread before, but it bears repeating: most of our trauma in meaningless. Not that it doesn't affect us, but there's nothing to learn from dissecting it. You cannot 'get to the bottom of it all,' and you shouldn't bother trying, because there is no bottom. Our suffering is absurd, in the Camusian sense. You're gonna have to live and let live. Compartmentalize. Cry when it's appropriate, then bottle it back up and do what you need to do.
It does actually make sense to me that CBT and repeating shit back to people are all that therapists care about. Because for the most part, we know what we SHOULD do; we just can't motivate ourselves to do it. The secret, of course, is that trying to find motivation in the traditional sense of mind->body is for chumps. Mind and body are coupled, like electricity and magnetism. You don't have to logic your way into doing something you don't want to do. Just do the thing, and the mental state follows. That's all CBT is, and it's all that matters for people who really need therapy (because they're trying to fix their mind and they can't).
Ironically, that's not even what most therapygoers are looking for. They just want commiseration, like you were hoping to get from your therapist friends (who, btw, I agree are often clueless, insufferable, sheltered, naive fucks who shouldn't be giving ANY advice to ANYBODY with real problems. I have an old 'friend' who's had 3 failed marriages and wants to be a COUPLES' THERAPIST?!?!?!?). We've become so obsessed with 'self care.' What does that even mean, shlicking in the bathtub with some scented candles? How about 'other care?' And I don't mean picking up the caregiving slack left by useless moids–I mean making actual friends and looking out for each other. Caring about others enough to talk about something real. I hate what social media has done to my generation of people, who grew up online and for whom everything sincere is cringe. We construct fake personas and then literally PRETEND TO BE MENTALLY ILL so that we can pay these near-do-well shiesters to nod along instead of forming any true bonds. Well actually, not everybody's pretending. Some are brainwashed, and some others really do need help, but I just hate this culture so much. People desperate for community, and grifters like betterhelp all too happy to take advantage.
