Goings on in the past several days: my 90-year-old grandmother had to have a toe amputated. A semi-distant cousin committed suicide. After 3 interviews with a great company they've decided to hire an internal candidate.
But in all of this my biggest concern is the reminder that my family, particularly my mother, doesn't acknowledge that psychology is a Real Thing. She does not believe, despite the fact that it genetically runs on both sides of the family, that depression exists.
How many people in the family have to kill themselves, or attempt as such, before my parents can stop making fun of my sister for going to free counseling when she was in college?