I had a really good session with my therapist this week. It's really the best arrangement I've had, because I can generally think of some high level topics going in, and within a few minutes we have a pretty solid agenda. She's efficient about moving through the topics, and not necessarily reaching resolution, but sparking the wider body of work that has to occur to improve life.
It hasn't been like that with all therapists. A friend once told me, wisely, that if therapy isn't working for you, you need a different therapist. I believe that's true. Some people get you better than others, and you're better at communicating with some better than others. When you have that, it's like magic, especially if you've been doing it for a long time.
While I did have a good session, I'm mostly writing about how valuable seeing a therapist can be in the general sense. If you can afford it, or if it's covered by your insurance, trust me when I say that it's a valuable experience. You don't need to have something "wrong" in your life, it just helps you figure out you. We can all be better at life. I first started seeing one in college, but stopped until Steph and I split, about a decade later. Since that time it has been intermittent, but I started to be more consistent about five years ago or so, going at least every other month. The topics are all the usual things... childhood damage, parenting, relationships, career satisfaction, and the fundamental discussions of purpose.
The two things that suck about seeing a therapist is that not everyone can. There are often a lot of underutilized county resources, but people don't know about them. Insurance rarely covers it. It's often something that only people of means can do, and that isn't good. There also continues to be some silly stigma about mental health in general, that you only need to do it if you're "broken." People who think that are ignorant.