Sorry for the delay. Wrote an A4 and the computer crashed, wouldn't restart. Back now.
Short version.
I took all the free, subsidised or cheap therapy I could.
Recognised early that every counsellor/therapist has their own agenda and working to that is the most effective way.
Recognised also that my issues were too big to deal with all at once. Took one bit at a time. For example, five months once a week face-to-face with a woman counsellor (a trainee getting experience hours) talking about my mother.
Please don't think a therapist's opinion has any bearing on who you are. They have skills, they encourage us to talk it out and they help to break patterns of thought that don't help us. But they aren't gods, judges, arbiters. They are just people, like us. When one laughed at you, it was a failing on her part, not yours.
So many things went wrong in my years of therapy. The clinical therapist who gave me hypnotherapy did stop me killing myself (good work!) but took away my imaginary kingdom (I'm an autistic woman, I'm entitled to my safe place) and put in a smile I never wanted so now I grin like a fucking loon. Administrators deliberately disrupting applications for therapy. So much. But I kept on trying, whenever I had energy, because the alternative was to die and I couldn't seem to organise it!
I am happy now. Daily. I have low moments. Sometimes even suicidal ideation. But mentally I am sound, well, happy, all the things I couldn't imagine in 2013. You'll get there if you focus on small things - breathing, any moments that aren't too unpleasant, doing little things you like. Looking after yourself, little by little. x