You literally send them here TO dime you out. They wouldn’t know me from jack without you pointing them at me, trying to darvo out. You want them to know. & every time one of them chirps in unison against me… instead of being a real friend to you and begging you to Get fn Help…it stabs you in the chest.

THAT’s what you chose. Nobody made you make that call.

I would have broken your arm twisting it until you found a real therapist. & he would’ve pinned you with me until it was time for you to go, probably.