I like to borrow her thinking at times. Sometimes I think "Oh, I can't be an addiction counselor." Then I think but T thinks I can. Somehow having someone else believe in me makes me feel more hopeful about life. If I am very depressed and don't share what is getting to me, therapy is harder. My T tried to complement my clothes and probably had no clue as to what to do with me. But, I felt like she cared about me. I sometimes think I wasted that session but I didn't waste it because I felt like she cared about me even if she couldn't help me since I wouldn't talk about what was bothering me.
I read a book by a reporter who took Zoloft for depression and how he went to Bosnia or something like that as reporter. I was rather impressed by his ability to return to society after laying around in bed.

Even when there appears to be no hope, there is still hope as long as you are still alive.