I talked to one once.
Probably the most meek, introverted and timid person I've met.
Unexplicably, he told had a group of five or six that came weekly.
Of course, to work for a loony bin helps.

My analogy is that therapy is like confession in church.
The father has no powers to forgive you, no matter how many hail marys you recite.
Does it makes many happy, I guess. Otherwise there will be none.
If you need to spill your guts to someone, the are ready to listen.

Since I am convinced that I am the most important person in this world, I'm my own judge and my own executionist.

Cheers.