Psychology was one of the careers on my list. Had planned to
   work with kids. Child psychology, likely working through the
   schools in some capacity. Loved the course work. Learned much.
   Ran out of $$, never finished. Came home. Sad for a few weeks.
   Interviewed a psychologist (had to pay for his time of course)
   to see if all the rumors I had heard about the dark side of
   being a psychologist were true.

   And, they were. All seemed like things I could handle (I wasn't
   worried about suicide and such), but I realized that the truism
   that "many psychologists go into the profession looking for
   their own answers" *was* part of my reason.. I knew I wasn't
   ready.

   I also compared salary rates to other things I _could_ do
   without a degree. [this was 1991 at this point. I actually had
   to refer to BOOKS because my online was limited to Gopher sites,
   mailing lists, BBS' and America Online (then PC-Link)].

   I discovered that I could make as much working in computers as I
   could as a psychologist.

   So, I took that route instead and, no regrets.

   I took the quest-for-self seriously - still on it - and I've
   discovered that the more you understand yourself, it seems to
   emanate from you in everything you do. The more understanding of
   one's own inner processes, the more it's possible to help
   others, even inadvertently, just by being around, being myself,
   saying what I say, doing what I do.

   I'm glad you work in psychology. Our limited engagements so far
   online showed a like-mind so I'm not entirely surprised and glad
   to find that out smile emoticon