I avoided going to a therapy for the longest time. I felt so so so anxious telling someone my darkest thoughts and feelings. Then a few weeks ago i had a mental breakdown. i couldnt take much more so i HAD to go to therapy. i've had my third session and so far, so good. i realised i'll never find a miraculous therapist. they'll always be a part of me that thinks they're judging me. but i've just accepeted that now.