A Letter to the Therapist Who Didn’t Believe Me

By Melissa BillingJanuary 10, 2022

This piece talks about self-injury and suicide. Please use your discretion. 

A note from the author: This letter is not meant to discourage anyone from seeking help from a mental health professional. This was my experience with a single therapist. There are countless other therapists out there who can and want to provide real and meaningful help. And if this is something you have experienced from a clinician, know that your struggles are real and valid and that you can find someone who will truly listen to you. You deserve that.

I’ll never forget when you said to me: “People commit suicide all the time, if you really wanted to, you would have already done it.”

When I stepped into your office that day, alone instead of in group, I thought you understood that I was in the middle of an ongoing battle inside of my brain.

Half of me was screaming to kill myself:

You’re not good enough. Everyone would be happier without you. Free yourself from this pain. It’s not worth it. 

While the other half, a barely audible whisper, was telling me to stay, to fight:

You are enough. Your story needs to be told. Fight. Stay. 

When I stepped into your office that day, I thought you would remember that just a few weeks ago I was discharged from the hospital you worked for. You had read my file before admission to your program:

Bipolar 2 disorder. Self-inflicted injury. Depressed, severe. Patient was admitted on 3/12/2021. She states that she is suicidal. She plans to overdose and crash her car. Patient has visible self-harm. Therapist called and is adamant that she be admitted. Patient also has one recorded suicide attempt in 2019.

When I stepped into your office that day, I felt safe. I felt heard. I felt seen. You knew my history. You knew my battle with chronic suicidality. I knew you would take me seriously.

But when you said those words, I shattered into a million pieces. The already quiet voice telling me to stay went silent, while the voice wanting me to lose the fight cheered. The rest of the words that left your mouth following that went unheard.

I told you. You’ll never be believed. No one will take you seriously until it’s too late. He doesn’t care. No one cares. Do it. Stop waiting. Do it and free yourself. 

It felt like a dare. A challenge. Prove that you’re sick enough. Prove that you’re not just making all of this up. 

I want you to understand how much harder you made my battle. I want you to understand that your words still echo in my mind. Your words still add fuel to the already raging fire hellbent on destroying me. I can’t convey the damage caused in the three seconds it took for those words to be said.

I could have lost the battle. You could have been on the receiving end of the news that a young woman lost her life to suicide. You would have had to witness an empty chair in your group room—knowing that every place I had been would never hold me again.

You’re fortunate you didn’t have to face any of those things. You’re fortunate I had the support I needed, a therapist who listened to me and grasped the severity of my struggle when you didn’t. You and I are both fortunate that the same therapist spent weeks undoing the backlash and helped keep me alive.

But I also want to thank you. 

Yes, you increased the difficulty of my fight, but your words caused me to rise to the challenge. To fight even harder than I already was. Even though the voice that had been telling me to stay had gone silent, still I tried. Still, I fought.

Thank you for proving that I can still do this.
Thank you for allowing me to recognize my own strength.
Thank you for causing the dwindling fight in me to flourish once more.

You’re more than your pain, more than what happened. You are strong enough to heal from the heavy you carry. We encourage you to use TWLOHA’s FIND HELP Tool to locate professional help and to read more stories like this one here. If you reside outside of the US, please browse our growing International Resources database. You can also text TWLOHA to 741741 to be connected for free, 24/7 to a trained Crisis Text Line counselor. If it’s encouragement or a listening ear that you need, email our team at [email protected].

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Comments (12)

  1. Grandma Leenie

    Do you know how healthy, how strong your are?

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  2. K

    This reminds me of a doctor I saw in emerge a while ago… I had attempted suicide but at this point was stable and coherent enough for discussion. When he walked over and picked up my chart, I asked if he was sending me upstairs to the all-too-familiar psych ward. His reply? “I don’t think so…”. He asked how many times I had tried to take my life, but I wasn’t even sure. Then he told me that ” people like me” were a waste of resources. That statistics have shown that whether he admitted me for 72 hours or 2 weeks or not at all, eventually I would just go home and try again, and again, until I “got the job done” .
    I was appalled that he would say something like that… I think the point of it was to make me fight harder- like you did- to prove him wrong. I just wanted to get away from him. He may have stopped any attempts in the near future, but only because I didn’t want to see him again. It didn’t last… my revolving door of hospital stays continues…

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    1. TWLOHA


      We are so sorry you were met with this backward, reverse psychology of sorts. You deserve to be connected with people who can help you through proper care and compassion. We hope you know how brave you are for speaking up about this and for asking for help regardless.

      With Hope,

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  3. Jodie

    This is powerful. As are you…thank you for sharing.

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  4. Once again risen

    My biggest fight, has not been lost. The biggest fighter has not given up. Tried to avoid problems, with in time. Did understand what happened until relieved it once again. Never asked for any of this. Left with no other choice but to find a way to defend what has been rightfully ours. sleep, at peace dear friends. No one to tuck you in. Good night, the morning may never rise n your eye my never open for the last time. Your hard work was appreciated. Figured how to relay on my witts. When I couldn’t count on anyone. Never asked for these problems. That made lice more difficult. N unesserary. Just looking for my lost doves 🕊 who flew to coup in an unknown destination awaiting to be found.

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  5. N35

    Thank you for bringing this issue up. I think dangerously incompetent and straight up predatory therapists are more common than anyone cares to admit. I met with a therapist once. Afterwards I checked off over 20 items on a list of 50 therapy red flags. I considered reporting her, but it quickly became clear it was her word vs mine. I’ve never trusted the field since.

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    1. TWLOHA

      We’re so sorry you had such a discouraging experience with someone who should have been a trusted professional. We hope that if you do still want and need counseling, you’ll continue the search to find someone you click with and are respected by.

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  6. Colette

    I go to a mental hospital as an outpatient to receive medicine. I was admitted 5 times. 3 times because I wanted to or attempted suicide, one time because I had a severe reaction to some medicine and one time so that they could monitor me while adjusting my meds. A doctor who was head of a section asked me during my annual review if I was naughty. If that is why I was admitted 5 times.. I was so astonished at his lack of insight that I just laughed. I should have reported him.

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    1. TWLOHA

      That should have never happened, Colette. We’re sorry it did. Thank you for speaking up and sharing now.

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  7. Jules

    Thank you for sharing and that you found a new therapist. I’ve been fortunate to have good ones.

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  8. Camilla

    My nephew killed himself, I have tried many times, I suffer anxiety depression, from a broken home, broke my first home, now stay in a home where my partner hates me, I am drinking my self to death a slow suicide., I can’t stop drinking, I hate talking to people, I disappear, I’m 54 my body isn’t coping, I am a functioning alcoholic, help in Australia life line, it’s not helpful at all.

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    1. TWLOHA

      Hi Camilla,

      We are so sorry to hear what you are going through and what you have experienced. Thank you for finding the courage to share where you are at, it requires transparency and honesty. Would you email our team at [email protected] so we can offer you encouragement and do our best to find you options for professional help? Our team is here, you are not alone in this.

      With Hope,

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