There are two kinds of therapists in the world
1) Those who know what they’re doing
2) Those who CLAIM to know what they’re doing.
The first ones are okay, but the second ones aren’t. Brenda falls in the second category. That B*TCH made my wife so depressed that she tried to commit suicide! What kind of therapist is she who drives her patients mad? She started questioning her existence and saying all this negative bull crap about her life. Brenda made her believe that it was her fault for not being able to have a child. Having 2 miscarriages is a big deal for a woman. I’m the husband, who knows that better than me, huh? Seeing her in that depressed state, her mom and sister had suggested her to start going to a therapist. Her mom had suggested her to go to Brenda.
Brenda doesn’t know anything about therapy. If she did, she wouldn’t drive my wife to take her life. If I hadn’t broken open our bedroom door that day, she might’ve killed herself. I’m lucky that I came home early. When I discussed my wife’s case with Brenda, she just told me that she couldn’t tell me anything because of some confidentiality issue. Bull. That’s nothing. She’s my wife. I need to know what drove her mad. And I’m pretty sure that it’s Brenda’s fault because I saw my wife’s condition degrade before my eyes. She is a strong woman. She couldn’t ever think of taking her own life. That’s just the opposite of what she would do in the face of adversity. But that B*TCH! That b*tch made my wife crazy. She started filling her mind with guilt, sadness, and remorse. She was doing just the opposite of what a therapist is supposed to do. She isn’t any professional. She is a b*tch.
My wife used to talk to me before she started going to therapy. After she joined the therapy our communication became null. She wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t even initiate conversations. She started thinking more. I tried to talk to her a couple of times. Heck, I had booked us a table at a nice dinner in the city so she can relax further. Brenda had f*cked up her mind. That b*tch shouldn’t be a therapist. You don’t know how the doctors treat a suicidal patient. It’s hell for one. And her mother blames me for all of this. How am I supposed to tell others about her condition? What will I say to them? Hi, I’m sorry to tell you that Johanna killed herself last week. I can’t do that. The worst thing is, Brenda would go unpunished. My wife doesn’t say anything against her. She still thinks Brenda is a good therapist. But no, I’ll not let her go to Brenda’s clinic anymore. I shared my story so you’d alert others about this crappy b*tch too. She isn’t qualified enough to be a therapist.