The thing that got me finally convinced me to go to therapy was when my s/o cheated on me. I hit my point where I just couldn't deal. I saw someone through my college and because of the set up I could only see her essentially on a monthly basis. I started becoming aware that there were other things in my life that needed to be addressed as well. I couldn't do it with the lady I was seeing at the school because during the month I didn't see her I would rebuild all my walls and become too shy to talk.

So in october (? November? Somewhere around there) I started a new therapist that worked privately so I was free to book appointments based on my needs. He tried to get ahold of me during one of the first few appointments but of course I didn't answer. He panicked and thought the worst. So I eventually had to tell him. And he did think it was because of what he did the year before. And I couldn't lie that it did play a part and it was something we would discuss but that I also had my own issues to deal with. Family issues, anxiety, fears. Things that came all from me. Once we talked about it he was fine and supportive, as should be expected

I don't think (or at least I'm working on convincing myself) that going to therapy means I'm crazy or a lesser person. There was a quote I read that someone else wrote, I'm going to try to add it when I get on my computer