I have seen many so-called experts throughout the years, trying to find some answers for this sad state. As the designated "date" of our encounter approaches, it's much like the mixed emotions of excitement and dread that one may have before going out on a blind date. Sometimes I think that the actual meeting becomes redundant. My complete fog of despair has been lifted by the anticipation of the appointment. I made the appointment--maybe that act in itself gave me a lifesaver of hope to dig myself out of the black hole.
I have repeated my sad story for many strangers. They took careful notes. I did most, if not all, of the talking. I opened my heart, I cried, I ranted, I put my soul on display. My incessent navel-gazing sometimes was tiring. Just once, I wanted to hear their own personal sad stories, but this never happens. It would destroy the illusion of wisdom and stability that one must project to the huddled mess that is me, preserving the perception of authority and my indecision and my direction-less confusion. OK, I accept the rules of conduct, otherwise I am wasting my money. My time is inconsequential, their time is important and valuable. Sobeit, although temporarily.
The best advice I have bought has come from a Naturopathic doctor who sent me off with a plan to get my body healthy. Supplements. Herbals, homeopathic stuff, exercise. Although she wrongly recommended that I watch funny movies--even gave me a list. That was the only stupid advice, because funny is pretty much an individual taste. Her movie list stank. But the other things did work, slowly, less time than an AD takes.
That's my take on blind dates.