My apologies, I should have elaborated.

For me therapy was a place where I felt safe. I would keep notes of things that would come up that I'd want to talk about, and by the time my session came, I was spilling over. For me it felt very relieving, and even empowering, to work with a professional on my issues. I came to enjoy it, and as I applied what I learned into my life, it was all worthwhile. I found that when I was comfortable and I felt heard, understood, and empathized with, it was very easy for me to open up and tell my therapist exactly who I was and what I was going through. I would even talk about things that I was ashamed of, like my misogyny (past, I am no longer a misogynist, I am now a feminist) and my sometimes narcissistic personality traits, and even people who I had emotionally abused, or who emotionally or physically abused me. Things that I didn't like about myself, or things that I normally dare not speak of. Things that I was holding in. In the warm, caring environment, I could talk about them very easily. Much more easily than talking about them, say, with my mom, or one of my friends, etc. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that if I foster a good relationship with a caring therapist, it is much easier to talk about things that I normally wouldn't talk about. And as that trust is built, it gets easier. The work itself can be difficult, which is what you're talking about, and I agree. I was speaking more about the relative ease with which I "let it all out." My apologies for being unclear.

By "easier than you think," what I mean is that, when faced with overwhelming depression, my problems seemed insurmountable. When I actually began doing the work, I found that this was not the case.