You're Fucked

Eduard Munch, Melancholy, 1894

I had my first therapy session with a "new" therapist yesterday.  I'd guess that he is late 60s, early 70s, conservative, white tube socks.   Mostly he listened and summarized.  At three separate points in response to what I was saying, he said, "You're fucked."  

It's likely that this is a standard response for "people like me." And it's likely that it's the beginning of the therapy for me. Here are my guesses, from the very beginning of my journey with him:

1. It could be just reflection to those who seem hopeless.  Maybe he was just being a mirror in both content and tone to me.  I said that I was in a "two-year cycle that wasn't getting any better."  I said that I was in cycle of hope and heartbreak and frustration.
2. It could be the first step in making me get myself out of a cycle.  In his summary of the session, he said that I have 'nearly obsessive' efforts at trying to be part of that loving family, to make that loving family happen.  Maybe a "treatment" for obsession is to say "well, you're really stuck in this cycle" and wait for the patient to think "whoa! if this guy thinks I'm fucked, then it's not I -- by myself -- can think of another trick to nudge other people out of the relationship cycle!"  Which might then make you think: I have to stop trying.  
3. Maybe it was something for me to react AGAINST... to stop my wallowing in hurt feelings.  It might be a technique to make me react.... well, I'm in a tough spot, but I'm not FUCKED... I am alive and healthy; I have a great relationship to Jennie....

Eduard Munch created a series of alternate versions of the painting at the top (according to the wikipedia page about "Melancholy."  Here's another: