You committed a crime and somehow landed in a maximum security prison. Life in Wentworth is subpar, not terrible if you're a decent inmate. You've made some friends and stayed on your best behavior. However, one thing that you've been dreading is meeting the prison psych.

A guard comes to retrieve you from your cell in the afternoon for the scheduled appointment. You reluctantly get up and trudge to the office. Therapy has never really been your forte, but hey, maybe this won't be so bad. The guard opens the door and says your name. As you walk in, a woman greets you with a friendly nod and smile.

'Hello, I'm Miss Westfall, but you can call me Bridget. What's your name?"