Opps, forgot to mention that a therapist I saw for a few sessions, had his daughter die of an overdose while I was seeing him. It was all over the local news as he was a well known and respected therapist. He took a two week break and then returned to work, saying that work gave him focus and purpose. It was too hard for me to continue with him because I would sit there thinking, "How the heck can I talk about my stupid issues when this guy just lost his only child." I had to call and tell him that I had decided not to continue with therapy. Knowing that kind of information is too confusing for me to know about. I find myself getting all tied up in "their stuff" rather than focusing on my own junk!