Indecision sucks!

So over the past few weeks I have been doing a sort of reevaluation.  And I have come to realize that, not only am I a bitch, but I have no concept of money, and I am never going to be able to make it in the real world if I do not learn the value of a dollar...OR CAN I?  So I was thinking about certain professions in which people make a lot of money-Doctors, CEO, President (or some other head of state.)  And while the latter sounded the most appealing, I fear that I would turn into some sort of like high school assistant principle and go on some sort of power trip.  Anyways, my mother and I were texting.  I find this mode communication so much more...tolerable.  Anyways, she gave me a good idea, I should be a psychiatrist.  She did some math work, because anyone who knows me knows I cannot to math to save my life!  And I am satisfied with the possible income.  And while the money that I might possibly make would suit me quite comfortably, I am faced with a terrible dilemma.

I am not normal, anyone can tell you that.  I have malignant mother issues, resentment for my sister, a fear of abandonment, an irrational fear of cockroaches, and whenever I see cute babies I think they are judging me.  And it is because of these aforementioned fears and emotional issues that I wonder, "Would I be a hypocrite for counseling people?"  For as long as I can remember, I have been the listening friend.  The friend that you can vent to, and as I sit on my bed, lightly stroking the keys of my computer, I wonder...should I capitalize on that, or destine myself for a life as a penniless journalist.