


Therapy can help depressed woman
He and my mother are still married. I adore my mother, even though she has chosen to stay with him. So, being estranged from him means that I have very little contact with my mother, which is heartbreaking. I just know that after she passes I'm going to hate myself for not making more of an effort to keep in touch with her.
I hate myself. The only shining spot in my life is my husband. I love him very much, and he returns that love to me.
I am also somewhat dependent on alcohol.
I have never seen a therapist or counselor. However, I have, in the past, been on antidepressants. I stopped taking them because I really didn't think they helped.
I haven't been on antidepressants for more than 10 years. My insurance covers 12 visits a year to a therapist. Would that be worth it? Would 12 visits a year really help me?
Therapy is worth it. Your therapist can help you breach the gap between appointments by giving you reading materials and exercises to reprogram that tape in your head. A therapist can also suggest nonmedical ways for you to cope with your depression. You are obviously extremely self-aware. A therapist can help you to use your self-awareness to gain more insight into ways to feel better.
I would highly recommend you attend a group for Adult Children of Alcoholics (
I hope you understand that your father's depression and drinking have influenced your depression and drinking. Alcohol is a depressant. Your self-medication is actually making your depression worse.
You can wrestle with this beast, and I want to encourage you to get professional help right away. You won't feel instantly better, and you may continue to struggle with this, but therapy will help.
I told him what she was doing.
Not that I've ever talked to this woman, but how does one stay comfortable as a neighbor after that?
In addition to you just deciding to be a decent person, the closer you are to your neighbor, the less likely she would be to try to snag your husband to be her Husband No. 3.
I am a grown adoptee, and many times during my early life people asked me, “Don't you want to find your ‘real mom'?” I replied with the same answer you gave the Concerned Grandma.
However, 12 years ago, when I was 56, I needed to locate my birth mother to discover my health history. After an on-again/off-again relationship, I am still convinced that my real mother is the woman who raised me, and sadly died when I was only 15.