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.
So... wow. I'm just shocked. Happy, but shocked!
This was the post from when he wanted to go to therapy.
It was triggered by his packing up.
Good thing i keep a journal here!
so it was an emotional reaction.
And now that he's returned to equilibrium, he's not interested anymore.
