Im a therapist, and I work with the most dangerous patients. Ive seen it all... A boy who planned to be the next school shooter. A patient with OCD whose loved ones really did suffer every time he missed a ritual. A choir boy who claimed he was being molested -- not by a priest -- but by God Himself. A patient with PTSD who gave me nightmares. A husband and wife who accused each other of abuse, and only one of them was telling the truth. And how could I ever forget, Patient #220. The problem is, my patients have a habit of dying. Sometimes I wonder if Im the common denominator. Or maybe thats just the cost of taking on exceptionally broken clients. Either way, Ill never stop trying to help.