Yesterday Pete and I went out for supper together. While eating I mentioned to Pete that I don't know whether I am depressed or not? So, I am going to get an evaluation from a psychologist to answer this question. I also told Pete that I will have to be completely honest with the psychologist in order for her to do a correct evaluation. Do I really want to tell her everything?
This morning I was thinking over what I said to Pete yesterday. Am I incapable of determining about my own mental health anymore? And more important, is there a pill that will cause me to feel happy? If so, should I take this pill?
It seems to me that the older I get the less I understand!
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