And How Does That Make You Feel?

I saw a counselor on Friday, first time ever. I'd been wrestling with myself for months on whether or not I should go, but the trigger was something a professor of mine told me: "If you were my daughter or sister, I would definitely urge you to make an appointment." He had never said anything like that before so I did went and did it. I'm not sure if the session did any good though. All I did was blab about myself for an hour and tried not to get too emotional when the family topic was raised. I have a follow-up session two weeks from now, and after that I may choose to continue seeing Lindsay The Counselor-in-Training, ask for someone else, or retreat into my shell and try to figure shit out on my own--which I've been struggling to do since last year.

Do I really need outside help? Can I really be too weak to handle my own problems/issues?

And how does this all make me FEEL? (Apologies, couldn't resist sneaking in that line.)