So I am realizing I am depressed. At least someone is depressed. My son may be homeless in a few months and I am constantly thinking about this. I think I will tell my t that I am depressed. I don't want to fall back into obsessing about my son. It's not good for me. I can't change stuff. It will happen as it will happen. My son is the one who needs to work through these changes in his life. But here I am writing about not obsessing and yet. I will mention it to my t if we remember.