She just sat there. “Don’t you want to go home,” I ask. “No,” she whispers. “My life is over.” She just sat there in a room, filled with books, looking at the television, holding a coloring book. The room is filled with people and their friends. “What’s wrong?”
It was not a good day. She wasn’t acting like her self. She just rested on the couch, all day. Looking up at the ceiling, as if it said something. It was never a good day, now that she returned. I tried talking to her, but she got angry. She stuck her head up, and with the angriest expression, in the world. She …show more content…
I said “You know there was this man named John Nash, he was a mathematician, a smart man; who is living a good life. And this girl who is a now a mom, she was diagnosed in college too, she is fine now.” Some how everything I said, calmed her down. She was acting weird all day. But at night she talked to me. She told me she was feeling depressed. Then she started to roll around on the floor. She said she couldn’t breath. I panicked and called my dad. The next day she went to the hospital and didn’t return that night. There was once a girl, she lived in Paris. She met an officer and fell in love. One day the officer proposed to her, but she rejected him. A few weeks later, she went back to him, but he had moved on. She became obsessed with him and followed him.
Psychotherapy has been shown to be an effective way to help people learn to cope and overcome dysfunction and regain their lives. She finally came back home. She is quiet, and doesn’t say anything. I am too scared of talking and saying the wrong words. So we just play cards together. All of us, sitting in a