Oof, I can relate to sooo much of this. I've tried and quit a lot of therapists. I just started with a new one a couple of weeks ago, so we'll see how that goes.
There was one therapist who did me a world of good a long time ago--he was actually a half-time acting coach, part-time therapist (his degree was in that), part time actor. Weird, I know, but it was what I needed at the time. I don't at all think he would be the right fit now.
I've started up again with someone because I need something. I guess like the idea of therapy, but most of the time, I don't like the reality of it. Still, I think it has it's place.
I guess that's the thing, right? Is that everything has its place. And there probably isn't anything that will be a fix all by itself. I find myself most down when I realize that something I thought was going to be a fix, again, isn't. Yoga isn't going to magically fix it, meditation isn't going to magically fix it, etc. But it's some long-term practice of all of the different things? Whatever.
Depression is a bitch. PPD is an extra special type of bitch.
I hope the writing helps. For me, it definitely helps. I don't know what I'd do without it.