Therapy

Since my hubs mentioned therapy, I have been thinking about it.  I have to say it makes me sort of sad. I know he is right, and he just wants the best for me, and the rest of the family. He says he is willing to work it into his schedule, which is big, because he works such long hours, so I can stay home with the kids.

But I am just hesitant, what if there is something really wrong with me, what if I need major help. Do I need another thing that makes me feel like a failure?  Does getting therapy mean I am a failure? My mother has a major mental health illness, she has dealt with it basically as long as I have been alive.  Does this mean I am more like my mom than I want to admit?  Does this make me weak?  I did seek counseling when I was in college, it helped, and I responded really well. Maybe I am so low that I don't realize just how badly I need it. Maybe I see everything is shades of gray and black, and don't realize how many colors I am missing. I guess I need to think about this some more.