It is clear to me now, looking back at my childhood, that I needed therapy as a young girl in grade school. However, I was in my mid-30's before I finally suffered a severe clinical depression and entered therapy. I am 51 now, and yes, I do feel too old to be in therapy. But when everything you've stuffed down for decades suddenly explodes, and there is no pushing it back in, what choice do you have? I take meds, but it doesn't make it all go away. It only helps keep me stable enough to "do life" (go to work, meet my obligations).