Yes, I do. Over the years, I tried therapy three times, and it sucked. I kept thinking, "How can all these therapists stay in business if they're useless?"
And then, I met C. She's completely honest and open (even about her life), and it's always good to see her. We have an understanding about things I can't say specifically (ctb) but we can still work around the subject without me having to worry about her calling a hospital. We even almost reversed roles a bit this spring; her father died, and you could see she was barely able to come back and handle other people's shit when she was processing her own. I reduced my sessions, and when we did talk I kind of tried to be more conversational. Don't know if it helped...I hope it did. She's talked me down 100 times. I owed her to try and do the same.
She's better now, reminding me to not use "can't" or "won't" and always stressing the long-term possibilities which ctb would never let me experience. She's realistic about what she can do, and understands I might go anyway. However, when we talk, I always feel better, even if only for a few hours. There's a tremendous benefit in that.