You probably need a psychiatrist when..

You realize that you're turning 36 this week, but you've been locked in the same room, home on disability for 2 months making skeleton dolls (and no one's even BOUGHT a set from you ever). You don't have an apt, a boyfriend, an income that can get you jack shit in this world, you barely have any real friends..life is moving past you..but you're not living it..a car accident took you out of commission a year and a half ago..and everything was downhill from there..you don't know how to get back on your feet..and guess what? your feet don't even work because of the accident. Good thing you keep buying all those shoes you can never wear though..right on.