Gotta say, counselling at Uni 2 years ago was the best thing I did in that fiasco. Over the course of 4 months the guy actually managed to bring me round from the philosophical dead end of solipsism that I'd been utterly miserable in for years. I heartily recomend it.
I often find myself sat on the neurotic spaceship in a state of 'analysis paralysis' when it comes to change. I can easily just detach and stare at my developing circumstances without dipping an oar in and attempting to steer.
With sobriety comes responsibility (and King, Baby, Jig of Life just wants to chuck his teddy outta' cot).
All the very best, folks