I hate this feeling.  I hate going from fine to whatever with no notice.  The reality is that I am not fine, but numb, not having an identifiable emotion.  It is just hard when the emotion clicks on too late. 



My mind was so stuck on her TBI when M described this a year ago that I did not connect the dots.  Really, she let us know she was depressed forever ago and I missed it.  And now we are both there and I feel like I am lying through my teeth when I tell her there is an end in sight, that things will get better.  I can't believe I missed it.  This would have been so much easier to fix then than it is going to be to fix now.  Oh well.  What's done is done.