I went to see the therapist on tuesday and he was awesome and seemed to care. I sent up a second session and was feeling pretty good about maybe having a break through with this T. Now on thursday he calls and leaves a message telling me he contacted my insurance and he feels that I can't afford him. Guess the tears aren't going subside just yet, and I so thought that I might have found a place where a person with the issue(s) I have might get some resolution. Now I just feel like an ass. I should be used to it by now. I suppose I'll never be able to find help.