I don't know what I would do without my T - since I started therapy in Jan. I have learned so much about how to cope with everyday problems as well as with my emotions. My entire life has expanded in ways I never dreamed could happen. Seeing a therapist is not a sign of weakness but a sign of strength - that you have the courage to admit that you may need some assistance in some area of your life. Mine has done everything from advising me on shoes and clothes (LOL) to how to be present with my mother when she was dying and how to grieve when my mother died. He has helped me drive home from her death by calling me on the phone and "talking my home" safely. He is the only person I feel totally safe with - with whom I can share things that happened to me in my childhood that had been blocked from my memory for 50 years. Good Therapists are like our best friends magnified by 100 times! Yes, we pay them to be there for us - but not nearly enough for all they do for us. Mine spends more than an hour with me each week - listens to several calls a week (returning those I need returned), reads lengthy journal diaries I write each week and goes back over parts with me in my session, handles all my insurance matters including getting my insurance benefits extended - by the time all that is figued in he probably only earns about $10 an hour. But the important thing is - he knows WHO I am and how to deal with all those issues that have obstructed my life. He has made my life a fuller and more meaningful one. By all means - please listen to your friends' advice and go see one!