My psychiatrist became my Dr in May 2000. He diagnosed me with severe depression and anxiety. In the first 15 years we had several stints of therapy of maybe a year. In 2015 my father died. Therapy began then that is still ongoing. Prior to this I was numb emotionally, having suppressed my feelings due to fear and childhood emotional and verbal abuse and incest. My therapist has become a father figure so we see how interactions between us related to my relationship with my real father and learn from it. It took my a long time to become attached to my therapist but now he is the person I trust the most in the world. He has made me feel safe for the first time in my life. The key to the successful work we are doing is the relationship we have built over time. Meds can keep my anxiety from escalating but becoming close to my therapist with appropriate boundaries has saved my life.