I think a good therapist is a wakeup call to most, I had a counsellor at university, I was the closest to killing myself then than I have ever been, I was truly broken, and before I shut down (just skipping over that part for now) there was a moment where I actually made my counsellor cry just by talking about how I felt. I will never forget that. I was so surprised that the feeling cut through the numb a bit. Seeing how horrified and broken healthy people can be when exposed to what we carry is validating in a way, and can be the first moment we really realise we arent ok.