Every once in a while, some well-meaning friend or acquaintance suggests that counseling or psychotherapy could help me. I usually laugh it off, but I remember the one time I did try psychotherapy. I signed up for weekly sessions with a very well respected clinical psychologist. After my third visit, the counselor closed down his practice, nailed garlic to my front door, splashed holy water on my cat, burned a cross in my front yard and skipped town without a forwarding address... Wish I'd have known he was such a wacko before I wasted my money.