Originally Posted by Mutt

I went to a shrink when I was 30 ready to crawl out of my own skin and jump out his window - I said to him 'there has to be something you can do, I can't possibly feel any more fucked up than this with anxiety' - he just stared at me in the way shrinks do, saying nothing really. So I said 'well?' - he handed me a business card - I said 'what the hell is this?' - I was so freaked out I couldn't really even read the card - he said 'it's BlahBlah - group home for mentally challenged adults'. His point was to go outside myself and help somebody else, work that will give you some self worth and feel good about - I did do it for awhile but I can't say it really helped me with why I went to the shrink. I bet it does work for some people.