She literally asked me why I had come. I had already told her I was feeling really depressed. I was not feeling angry or oppositional. I had actually been planning to have a fun little argument with her that day, and had even asked for suggestions on the couch for a good opener. But when I walked in, I just felt sad and not like myself. So I just sat there after briefly saying I was too depressed to even get up to any tricks. When she asked me why I had come, her voice was impatient, like I was wasting her time. I remember staring at the door frame and wishing I had the energy to get right back up and leave. Just felt so hopeless.

The only other one here who is old enough to have a say in things is C, unfortunately, and she's not doing well due to the time of year.