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She Is Too Depressed

I don’t have time to help a neighbor. What about a friend? I ask. Could you help a friend? I don’t have a friend any more. I am trying to help a client reach beyond her own pain. What about a relative? Could you help a relative? None of them are speaking to me. I find that when people help others, their mood shifts. They feel better about themselves, they feel happier. I am too depressed, she said. I thought you said if you got a dog you would not be depressed. It fell through. My husband said no. I am at a loss now. Did you go back to your support group? I can’t drive anymore. My husband says if I have an accident he will sell my car. Have you ever had an accident? No. But I don’t want one. So you don’t drive at all? No. I don’t want an accident. Let me get this straight. You are holding yourself hostage. In your home. Not driving. Not getting a dog. Not being happy. Because of your husband. Right.

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