Good for you, FisherQueen!
It took me forever to work up the nerve to make an appointment, but I’m glad I did.
I was worried at first about what some people in my life thought about it - I still worry about that, a little.
As Hello Again said, the first visit goes fairly quickly. . . background information and all that. I don’t think I’d been there five minutes before I broke down in tears and then started apologizing for crying. The doctor assured me I had no reason to be sorry for crying, it was perfectly okay and all that. . .
Most importantly for me, he knows what questions to ask and doesn’t let me bullshit anything. I think I lucked out in the therapist department - he has a sense of humor and he makes things make sense to me.
Once you start talking and getting things off your chest, you do feel better. And it’s easier to tackle things with a little boost in the right direction. I see my therapist every Friday - if I struggle through something during the week, it’s great that I can talk to him about it Friday morning, instead of it looming over me and getting bigger and worse and unimaginably impossible to deal with like things used to be.