i have been to therapy before. before the blackpill. i was sent to a manhating cunt. her waitingroom was full of books like "it doesn't always work out with the first man". first session she said i look like a "stehriese" a "stand giant". this is someone who seems short when he sits, but tall when he stands, because his legs are unproportionatly long. thats a sign of low t. (i'm 5'8.5 and my tesosterone is right about average) second session she said my voice sounds off, that i should get that fixed, that my voice is probably the reson people avoid me and that i ave a strong russian accent. i have absolutely zero accent (i speak russian with a german accent). after a few more session i stopped going there. she fed me new insecurities and whenever i tried to steer the conversation towards bullying, she found something new about my appearance to steer the conversation too.
back in the day i was oblivious to beeing ugly. i thought its all about personality and couldn't figure out why people treat me like crap, why they pick on me, why they humiliate me, while i was funny, full of joy and treated other people well. when i got older the urge to find a partner became so strong that i "put myself out there", just to get assblasted by the opposite sex brutaly. it hit me like a wall of bricks, that its not about personality. its looks. all the outcasts were weak and ugly. the most popular guys were tanned tall sunnyboys. im on my way to 30 and i have not lived. i have always waited to bloom. im getting old now. when i am with relatives i sometimes recall experiences we made during childhood and they are like wow you still remember that. i remember that because i have just a handful of experiences like that and i harness them like treasures. i spent all my life isolated, tryharding to get someone to like me. my whole youth passed by me and i never even went to club.
i think i will give therapy one last shot. if this won't fix my loneliness, i'm out.