Doctor Days

My least favorite days have been those I see My Psyche.  Not that he isn't a nice guy and he has helped me tremendously with my meds, but without  meaning to, he rips at my heart.  He is a very kind man.  But I seem to bare my soul more to him.  He is going to send me to a therapist as he explained he is mainly getting me on the right medicine path, the rest is up to the therapist.  In our small area the psychiatrists are few and far between.  My husband always goes along for support and we discuss everything and I always cry.  Opens old wounds.  Keeps me up the rest of the night.  Now I am feeling very uncertain about therapy.  Does anyone like therapy.  Is it helpful???