Over the weekend, I had an appointment with my psychiatrist for a follow-up.Based on how often I'd been struggling with insomnia and the results of a depression assessment, my psychiatrist frowned and asked, "Ms. York, have you been taking the medication I prescribed on time?""Yes, I have. What's wrong?" I asked nervously. "Is my condition getting worse? You don't have to hide it from me. I can feel it myself—I'm exhausted, physically and mentally, every day. Even when I haven't done anything, I still feel drained."The psychiatrist said solemnly, "I know you might not want to hear this, but I have to say it. Last time, you told me that you no longer cared about your husband or your marriage. But from the way you're reacting now, it's clear that you still do."I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. "You don't need to rush to deny it. After all, you've had feelings for him for 20 years, and you've been married to him for 4 years. Unless you're an emotionless machine, it'
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