Gay Geezer Getting Up After a Big Bad Fall

So, a therapist. I could use one. Pissed off about the injury and the fucking long recovery and of course other stuff. So, a therapist recommended by G, whose opinion I thought I could trust. I sent her a zoom link and emails, and she said she couldn’t find them. I checked them in Sent Mail, and they had been delivered. Session #1 she didn’t ask me a single question about myself, but talked nonstop. So far, I am so underwhelmed. Maybe give her one more chance? Disappointment.