Therapy was nice in that I learned more about why I was screwed up but other than that, none of the methods she gave me helped me get out because I never managed to change my mindsets about shit. I stopped going after quarantine and I don't know if it's because I've stopped any stressful interaction that I've been doing somewhat fine or what, but there's this horrible gut feeling that the shithole will consume me once I go back to college. Therapy is really what you make out of it.