I called my cousin. She was about to go out or she just lied. It's OK. I imagine she may not want to talk about her divorce. I told her to come to visit me if she likes. She said she would do it. Then i called my mother's brother. I was upset because he did not help me to sort out things with my brother, who has a personality disorder and makes my life hell. I called him just to retribute a call he did new year eve. He was happy as i asked questions about his childhood, etc. I guess he is too old and alone. I cannot expect him to be supportive, plus he has always avoided conflict. Yesterday and this morning i had cried a lot. Afternoon, I made an effort to call these two people as my other cousin told me they were waiting for my call. I am trying to be more empathetic, as i used to be before my depression. I used to feel other people' s needs as mine and i was more open and considered. The fact is that i do not feel that sad now,mi mean after caling them. But i did not call them to feel better. In fact, it took a lot of energy to do it, it was more comfortable just keep reading or cleaning. But i forced myself to reach out, otherwise i will become a hermit. I think as much as we can, we have to make an effort to reach out.