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"I've waited so long for love to come into my life, yet now that it's here, I'm depressed. I can't figure this out," complained Elayne in one of our phone counseling sessions. "Todd is really terrific. He's all I've been wanting in a man - open, caring, and emotionally available. I really think there is something wrong with me."
"When did you start to feel depressed?" I asked.
"Well, I think it started last week right after we spent a wonderful weekend together."
"What happened after the weekend?"
"It was Sunday evening. We had just come back from an early dinner, and Todd wanted to watch a movie with me on TV. I told him that I wanted to go to the gym because I hadn't worked out in a few days. He sounded disappointed in not watching the movie with me, so I didn't go to the gym. I stayed and watched the movie with him because I didn't want him to feel hurt and rejected."
"And that's when you started to feel depressed?"
"Yes. Can it really be because I didn't go to the gym?"
"Well," I said, "It's not exactly because you didn't go to the gym. You probably enjoyed watching the movie with him, right?"
"Right! A part of me did want to watch the movie with him, because I do love being with him. That's why I can't figure this out."
"Elayne, I think that the problem is that
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