I have just sold my house of 32 years and moved away, leaving behind lots of things still in the house, as part of an "as is" sale which is actually a good deal for some senior citizens who are burdened by life and stuff and need just to get out. I consider myself fortunate that I was able to decide and do it myself rather than somebody else decide, as happened to a friend.

I had a nice house, husband, 2 children -- the trappings of a good life as society defines it. Until he died and I felll apart. From my perspective now, it is meaningless to what matters most. But I'm not sure this perspective can be very helpful to someone in their 30s. Social inequities and a sense of failure can be very debilitating, as I know from experience, too, despite what maY seem to be the trappings of my life. To the extent that therapy exacerbates the sense of being one-down and a failure that seems really counterproductive to helping a person.