I had begun to feel that no one could love me and that I would never be in a relationship again. I had no sexual feelings at all. I began eating irregularly because I seldom felt hungry. My analyst said that it was still depression, and I felt tired of that word and tired of the analyst. I said that I was not crazy but was afraid I could become crazy and did she think I was going to end up on antidepressants, and she told me that avoiding medication was courageous and that we could work everything through.
