I went to therapy for a couple months during middle school. Probably shouldn't have lied about my self esteem at every occasion... like, I just kinda gave my therapist the impression that I was pretty confident in myself, so I can only imagine what was going through his head when at the end of the very last appointment, he asked what I wanted to do when I grew up, and I just burst into tears. It doesn't help that I still don't have anything I'm passionate enough about to get a career in.