A moth goes to see a podiatrist….
Podiatrist: What’s the problem?
Moth: I’m feeling really low. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. My wife’s left me, my kids never visit me and my mother died last week. I’ve got a job I hate, no real friends and I worry all the time. I can’t sleep, keep hearing noises and feel exhausted.
Podiatrist: You need to see a psychiatrist. Why have you come here? Moth: Your light was on.