“Are you depressed?” The tears rolled down my cheeks, and I didn’t even try to wipe them away. I nodded slowly, feeling as if there was a bomb inside my chest that was seconds away from exploding. “Yes.” “Okay.” She sighed and moved in closer. “Okay.” That was all she said. She didn’t run. She didn’t tell me my depression was wrong. She didn’t shy away. That was exactly what I needed.
