Been going to therapy for some weeks now, it was fine until I quickly got sick of the condescending, monotonous prick that kept saying the same shit over and over. Maybe I need a better one, but my mom is also a therapist and she is the reason (or, she is my reason) for going in the first place. I went in hopes he could also help give her some perspective and really help her. Listening to him just made her angry and refused to actually take in anything he said. He admitted like 3 times that he doesn't even think I'm the problem. Damn, therapy was supposed to be like a last resort man.
EDIT: THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A DISCOURAGEMENT. "Go to therapy if you have the chance and means... You and your problems ARE IMPORTANT. REMEMBER THAT." This is my personal experience, I know people that were broken, bent and felt option-less who got help, and they now spread smiles like its an epidemic.