I had counselling at a very difficult period in my life 13-14 years ago, it helped me immensely but only about 3 people in the whole world (other than the counsellor) know that I had it, because (and I am not proud of this) I feel somewhat ashamed to admit that I needed the help.
Luckily, one of the three who knows is my DH, so whenever I crumble a bit, he knows what happened before and that I just need to be given some space and time to re-boot.
But no other family member does. (Wrongly) I feel that they would think less of me. I have been the one that they all say "Oh, she'll be alright, she's as tough as old boots her, a really do-er, go-getter, nothing puts her down".
Nothing could be further from the truth, sadly, but whenever I feel a bit crap or rubbish about stuff, I think back to the counselling and I calm myself and just knowing that I went through that process and mentally fixed myself helps me now to fix myself too, just a bit.