Yes! I have always suffered from depression and anxiety myself, and have been on meds for over 20 years now. It's always been very much a chemical thing, because I am, ironically, an incredibly optimistic and positive person, even when I'm trying to swim through the abyss (anxiety and depression tend to manifest in the physical for me - fatigue, panic attacks, pain - all while WANTING to do stuff and be happy). I'd done therapy before, but ultimately, it was to sharpen my Cognitive Behavior Therapy skills, because I just didn't get much out of talking to someone about how I'm optimistic, but just can't get out of bed most days.
I've never not been depressed, though. I figured tired and in pain most of the time was my "normal," and wouldn't get any better. If I could get out of bed more often than not, and didn't want to hide every single day, I was doing pretty good. If I felt numb more than anything, it was better than the abyss.
In November, I was having severe anxiety again, because of what was happening with my marriage, so I talked to my doc and upped my dosage.
In December, after the death of my dad (right after my birthday and right before Christmas), and my husband telling me he wasn't sure if he loved me anymore (while I was gone for two weeks, to be with my mom, dealing with the death of my dad), I realized...I wasn't depressed for the first time in my life. No more physical symptoms. For the first time in, literally, 42 years, I wasn't feeling that weight. I could easily get out of bed. My anxiety was minimal. And the little aches and pains I figured was just a fact of life...were gone.
And that's when I decided to get therapy for myself, lol. Just having someone with whom to work through all these new emotions that were coming with NOT being depressed has been amazing. Having someone who understands PTSD, and who reminds me that, no, I'm not a terrible person because he says I am, has been so...healing.
And, most importantly, she's helped me work through things that are finally coming to the surface, because there is finally room for them, because the abyss no longer takes up everything else. She's helping me with the isolation and codependence that I allowed to happen, because it's so easy to do, when trying to keep someone from snapping at you.
So yes. I never thought I'd get anything out of therapy for myself, and I'm sure I'd survive without it, but it's been so so helpful to me. Being able to rant and cry and hone my coping skills, all while making sure I am able to move ahead, without more baggage than I can carry, is freeing.