I tried therapy for ~10yrs and, well, here I am.
I do not like wording it this way because I do not want anyone here to think I am judging them (I am not), but I will not take the soma anymore. Haven't for about 7 years now, for better and for worse.
Therapy to me is like the equivalent of paying for a sex worker. Not disrespecting sex workers, but it's just... not a replacement for genuine social bonds embedded within a healthy community nested in a healthy society, that's all. A therapist cannot get you a sweet job at their company. A therapist cannot bring you chicken noodle soup when you are sick. A therapist cannot be your Samwise Gamgee. This will likely be obvious to most, but a therapist cannot be a friend or family or lover. Hell, even a stranger might be able to do more for you. It's a weird one way street in which you cannot do anything for them, and they can hardly do anything for you.
But YMMV. I am not discouraging people from therapy or trying to make them doubt their engagement with therapy in any way. I am strictly speaking about my own experience, that's all. When I said "you" I was referring to myself.
When I woke one morning to police banging on my door and windows, taking me to a mental ward because of something I vented to my therapist (partly my fault for using strong language), I will never go to a therapist ever again. They cannot provide me with the opportunities or answers that I need, and I will never be able to be honest about my thoughts or feelings ever again. I am going to be traumatized by that experience for the rest of my life. At the expense of sounding dramatic, I have never been the same since that incident. I could have been held indefinitely and who knows what else.
Also, I am too old to be covered by my parents' insurance, and I am unemployed because working makes me CTB-idal.