I got forced into therapy in college when I stopped eating for a few months and started fainting. The doctor sent me to a dietician (as if I were just too dumb to know to eat). The dietician gave me a choice between therapy and going inpatient at a hospital. I went to therapy and eventually found it helpful. I knew I needed help because I had this whole horrible boyfriend thing happening at the same time and was just melting down.

Sometimes you're not really ready, but you go for another reason and find that it was worthwhile after you have gutted it out for a while.