Obviously, El Rojo, you need treatment of the "total immersion" sort. You need to go to a snake farm and spend the day in the middle of the crawly-critters--or until you're just totally unconcerned about them, whichever change-of-mind method hits first.
Maybe get a baby boa as a pet. Carry it around with you--it would make a wonderful conversation piece! You could explain your psychiatric problems to beautiful young women and get lots of sympathy! Hey, this is the new age, ain't it? Folks s'posed to help each other get over problems? You could always explain it's your psychic advisor on picking stocks--and you're now a millionaire on account of it!
Just trying to help,
"I like to help folks out; I just don't always know where they came in."