Thanks for listening, Dr. B
We went to the Boersma Clinic — it was right up the street from the roost and seemed inviting.
Boersma, a slight man with a bright face, shambled into the examination room with the white coat and stethoscope within minutes of our arrival, which I noted happily.
The interview, which is what it was from that point, went well enough, but I found myself doing all the talking.
You may identify with this: Talking about depression is about the worst possible thing you can think of when you’re depressed. You’d rather just limp along quietly and hope nobody notices you.