WH stopped by again, in the afternoon though, because he knew he couldn't stop by tonight. (That's good! More realistic!)
He said:
"I really want to start counseling. If you do. I know you don't want to hear this, but I had a really hard time packing up the apartment to move. I wondered why it was taking me so long, and then it was because I realized I didn't want to leave.
I don't know what happened to me, what happened to us. I think there's something wrong with me, Gatsby. I think I have clinical depression.
Do you think we can start counseling?"
I said we should give it a try.
So.... crystal clear, this time! Wow.
I think he thinks he has bipolar, I'm going to be honest. We wondered before he started therapy. He looked like he wanted to say more after 'depression' but didn't.
