There's that deal where a pliant shrink will prescribe speed, goofballs, downers, and hallucinogenics for you, though.

Surely that redeems the enterprise....?

Inside ref to iBarb:

A certain friend of ours had what I think was a dramatic and severe turn for the worse after his visit to the shrink. He denied it with all his might, and insisted the prescription was doing him a great deal of good, yet within *minutes* he'd quit school and retreated into WoW. Somewhat later he "lost" his job, due to no-call-no-show for *two weeks*.

Anecdotal I know, but pertinent nonetheless.