My counselor who truly listens. She may say things I disagree with but she listens and hears what I have to say. This week, I looked terrible. And she asked me, saying when is the last time you left the house....actually showered and got dressed and left the house? I went to church. She looked at me said.... does not count. Why? Because that is the norm. I am finding myself not caring. And here she is, I see her once a week and she sees the despair for me. I share this to say, there is a counselor out there who is like mine. I think finding one of these would help. Side note, she has NOTHING to do with meds.