I don't self-harm, I'm not suicidal, I'm not even depressed. I'm just so late to the party that the chances of making it shrink ever smaller each year. No therapist can ever turn back time, so no therapist can ever help.
I'm fully interacting with my life today. My life today is not a problem. I'm the master of survival skills for my particular environment - I would've died already otherwise.
The problem is the circumstances that failed to cultivate and extract my potential. The problem was leaving me to fend for myself. The problem was godlessness, immorality, violence, and stupidity.
No therapist can fix that. Ergo, therapy is a waste of time.
> If you are struggling to handle problems yet believe you already know and are doing everything then I would suggest you find some humility.
Can you explain this? Knowing and doing everything is a struggle almost by definition. This struggle I welcome with glee because it's a struggle I choose to endure for the betterment of my quality of life, and through health and productivity, hopefully a benefit to all one day.
So how am I wrong, or are you satisfied merely virtue-signaling?
But I will say that as someone who spends all day with people that have have his kind of intelligence, therapy is for you. Recontexualizing your life, past and present, as well as your future path is pretty much bread and butter CBT.
Too many smart people have the disease of "I know better, therapy can't help" which is why for example elite institutions have the highest suicide rates. You're falling into that trap, but it's a catch 22, once you're in it, you won't be able to logically argue your way out. Just take the leap and go to therapy.
If you truly believed that therapy is for me, you'd be glad to give me the long argument. You already know I won't buy it because you know it isn't.
Your attempted ad hominem falls flatter on its face than a pancake mask at a hydraulic press factory. I've not only partied a lot in my youth and was very liked, I was deep in the scene, friends with the crews that organized the parties, the DJs, camera and audio techs, backstage, etc.
Where is this coming from? I know it's not coming from me because my explicit narrative is precisely that my life lacks these "grandiose" things as you put them, for the obvious reasons I laid out.
Since it's not coming from me, sounds like projection coming from you.