If I had my doubts about therapy and psychiatry before all of this, I'm a convert now. At the very least therapy is a place where a) it's okay to talk about yourself, b) you can talk about the scary stuff that you worry will freak other people out, c) you can talk about all of this and not have to deal with this person in any other aspect of your life. It gave me a place, to put all the crazy, incomprehensible stuff that was happening to me when I first got sick.
At first it was a relief, then it was really difficult and would take me several days to recover each time. Gradually, it became a place that helped me feel better. I grew to trust my doctor, and he helped me in a holistic way, takingly seriously my concerns - ranging from irrational daydreams of throwing myself from heights, to trouble sleeping, to too much sleep, to exagerated startle reflexes, to fears of physical intimacy (my trauma- sexual assault related). I feel like we worked together to find ways for me to better recover and deal with the life that I wanted to live.
I had a lot of physical symptoms, so for me therapy was often about sorting out how different parts of my body felt, and trying to understand why I started shaking, or sweating, or dissociating, or crying, or was cold, or the lights were really bright, or all of sudden the air vents were really noisy.
For me going to therapy was like, and was, going to the doctor. I went because I was sick. When I went I told him what was wrong, and tried to address that using everything from breathing techniques, to exercise, to talking about support networks, to medication, etc.
If I had a knee injury like so many of my friends, I'd go to the doctor when I first injured myself and we'd talk about a treatment plan. At first it might be in a cast, then I'd go back and do physiotherapy and build up the muscles, and gradually, slowly relearn how to do different things. I'd need to be careful not to try too many things too fast, sometimes it would be easier than other days. I'd maybe always need to be careful on steep stairs, but over time with medical help, and effort on my part, it would get better, maybe never as good as new, but improved.
I feel I'm in the same boat as above, except that I injured my brain. I went to the doctor, for the same reason, and metaphorically we've done the same thing. I need to hold onto the handrail on steep stairs, and stop for a rest every so often, but I am walking again, and that is thanks to therapy.