Moving On
“‘What happened last night?’ ‘Someone threw a rock through my bedroom window.’ ‘How terrible! Do you fancy a cup of coffee and a chat?’ ‘I’d love one.’ As she sat on Jane’s patio, she found herself confiding in her neighbour, fighting against tears. ‘Sorry. I keep telling myself I won’t cry any more, then I get upset and before you know it, I’m weeping again. I’m so annoyed with myself.’ ‘Don’t be,’ Jane said gently. ‘You’ve held things inside yourself for too long.’ She hesitated, then added, ‘You changed so much after Craig left, I did wonder whether you were clinically depressed. I told you if you wanted to talk, I was here, but you didn’t come. I repeated my offer recently. It does help to talk, you know, dear, and one of the good things about being eighty is that you have a lot of experience under your belt and sometimes that can help others.’ Molly stared down at her tightly clasped hands, frowning. Depressed? You read about depression, but you never related it to yourself.
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