Well two years ago (two years and one month to be precise) I was getting ready to shuffle off this mortal coil, somewhat amusingly right after seeing a shrink and going 'jesus fucking christ you useless bitch'.
Except thankfully my brain danced around that a little bit more and instead of just giving up and jumping off/under something I figured it'd be a better use of my walking corpse to try and become a shrink myself and hopefully do a better job than some of the downright asinine fuckwits that hold the posts.

I mean, I've seen my fair share and a lot of them are really good/helpful/on the ball. Except all it takes to make someone give up is one really bad psych, and I don't want to see that happen to anyone else who isn't as uh... resilient I guess...
That kind of helped shape my goals over the last couple of years, and the person who was once a bitter vindictive little bastard is now somewhat less of a terrible human being. I hope.

So to put it like this, when I finished high school I wanted to be a doctor (medical) because it was interesting and something of a challenge because everything up to that point had been a complete breeze. When I look back, that's not exactly a great motive to go into a healing profession... because you were bored of everything else being to easy. Egh.

After I got mulched and slowly sorted myself out again, I now want to be a psychologist to help people who are also in the mulcher. It's not because I'm bored and it's a challenge, but because I want to repay what I owe over the matter >_>

tl;dr rambling
I wasn't a very nice person a few years ago, I got kicked for six by mental illness and now that I'm on the mend I'm fully intending to become a psych myself and help others as a psych once helped me. Well more than once really, hence it's quite the debt that I doubt I'll ever repay (in my mind at least)

So kind of amusingly, but getting battered with PTSD and MDD made me a better person. yey.