When I tell strangers what I do for a living, the responses fall into one of two camps. Camp 1, that consists of the person that thinks I must be some sort of saint to listen to "crazy" people all day (interestingly enough, I often wonder if they are the most ashamed about their own human struggles), and Camp 2 that consists of the person that has either personally benefited from going or has a loved one who has benefited. I truly believe that it is a sign of resourcefulness