glimmer of hope?

I had my first real (non-meds) therapy appointment this week. I managed to not freak out beforehand by just not thinking about it at all but that meant I still had no clue what to say/do when I got there. I was hoping my meds person would have filled her in somewhat, and she had, but she still asked me what the problem was. I think she may actually be able to help, amazingly, because she started by saying she wouldn't just let me not talk. I still didn't manage to say anything very coherent, but even more amazingly, I think she actually got what I meant! She asked a lot of questions that I couldn't really answer at the time, because when people ask me questions about feelings/thoughts etc it feels like any thought I may have had instantly vanishes and I have no clue what was going on in my head (my mental image is from a documentary I once saw about mouse plagues where they opened a barn door and shone a light in and the hundreds of mice scurried for cover). The past couple of days I've been thinking about what the real answers would be. I could probably write answers down, but I'm not sure that would help. Actually, I think I'm just worried she'd make me actually say what I'd written down instead of letting her read it...
Anyway, for the first time it seems like maybe there is some possibility of change. Of course, that hasn't made life any easier since then, but I think it'll make a difference for the depression. I had an appointment with my meds person right after the other one and that was fairly useless. She doesn't want me to stop taking the meds now because starting therapy is another variable to add.