Talking is good. Talking makes those problems, ideas, drives, and worldviews a type of real or closer to the real rather than just being some free-floating essences forcing itself out and in and out your lungs. They go from cigarette smoke to a photograph of cigarette smoke, exchange brings a realness because now the thoughts have played out in the world, live in the worlds of others. It is good to talk. It brings resolution or at least brings enough concreteness that the ephemeral proesses that plague the workings can be nearly grasped with the hands to be choked, stroked, examined.
It is a good thing, to talk.