Therapy? Yeah, it's helpful. Do it.
Finally sought help after my anxiety just reached an unbelievable peak. And I mean it was getting bad to the point where I woke up feeling like I couldn't breathe constantly. I was doing great at work, and being praised constantly any and everywhere. But, I had great difficulties shutting my mind down. I had trouble sleeping, relaxing, etc. I even projected my anxiety onto the music I played.
On top of everything, it felt like the world around me caved in whenever I'd mess something up. Whether it was with my family, or at my job. Realistically, I'd go through the whole process of panicking while trying to right whatever wrong had happened - and the next day would go without a hitch. But, this was just a vicious cycle that just kept repeating and circulating upon itself day after day after day with no foreseeable end.
It was starting to mess with my personal relationships as well. Correction - it had been messing with my personal relationships for a while. There was not a single relationship I could hold onto without my anxiety going haywire. While I was faithful in all of them, I absolutely feared the idea of staying committed to one person forever. Even friendships were sabotaged.
I used to be a non-believer - thinking I'd be wasting my time away yapping my thoughts to a third party. But, I decided enough was enough after it had gotten bad enough to the point where I started developing tics, and finally put myself to therapy at the recommendation of many friends and colleagues.
"Ugly" unfortunately became my favorite word to say whenever I found myself fizzing out - and in a professional setting... calling anyone or a project ugly wouldn't do me any favors in my profession.
The diagnosis came as a shocker to me because I always thought I had some sort of generalized anxiety disorder. But, once we started working through my trauma and develop strategies to cope with everything I encountered - all my responses, explanations for why I did what I did, and why I behaved so abnormally made sense.
I didn't feel the effects immediately. But by the time the third week had rolled around - I felt an unusual calm and sleepy. And then, everything just sort of settled. All I was doing in those hour long sessions - was literally vent all of my problems to a third party. Everything. And after those sessions, there was always an assignment or tool I had learned to help cope with my problems. I adopted everything I had learned, and the more I consistently reminded myself it wasn't my fault - the different problems I encountered became easier to solve.
The calm established also never went away. It persisted until it became the single pervading emotion I had - even in the face of absolute chaos. And... I kinda like this new independent + confident version of me. It feels nice to be able to deal with problems rationally without panicking, and communicate boundaries when things got tough. After three months - the many different challenges I encountered that seemed threatening and alarming didn't seem so stressful anymore. My tics also went away.
So, if you're ever in doubt about therapy or anything, and have the means to do so - give therapy a try. Obviously finding a really good compatible therapist is important, but once you find the right therapist - everything just clicks.