Dr. Reynolds felt exhausted as he sat across from his last patient of the day. He wished that he could share his misery for a change. He would go home to a lonely apartment with only books to keep him company. They didn’t take the place of close relationships, no matter how much he read. As Dr. Reynolds tried to pay attention to his client, he knew that there really wasn’t much difference between them. He struggled with life just as much. The only difference was that he sat in the therapist chair.