I have something good to share this evening too. Earlier, I was in my bedroom watching tv and my son came in and asked if we could talk. I muted the tv and he sat down on the bed with me and asked what my depression felt like. I told him the best way I can describe it is a black cloud in my head that filtered everything that came in and everything that went out. And that I think it went on as long as it did before I had my breakdown is because when you're so deep in depression, you don't even know how bad you feel, because it feels normal, and you don't know there's any other way to feel. And he asked if anxiety was part of it for me and I said honestly yes it was. He talked for about an hour, then somebody texted him and he drifted away and back to his room. But it was a good talk and I'm glad he opened up to me. But I did good, I dug deep and with every possible resource inside myself I held it together and did not cry even though my heart was breaking for him and I just wanted to bawl. If I had started crying he would have clammed up immediately and I wanted him to be able to talk. I'm so glad he asked to try therapy again. He's got a 2nd session scheduled for this week. I'm so proud of him for talking to me, and for asking for help, he is such a good kid and I love him with all my heart.