Veruca walked into the building herself. Her mother stayed outside in the car in the driver's seat and went to look for a spot. As soon as Veruca had stepped inside of the building,she saw a security guard and checked herself in. She was sent into a small room that had two chairs and a table in between. There was a glass window to look out. She could see there was the sun and the clouds that were above in the sky. When Veruca looked across in the room she could also see that there was the therapist who looked young. He was sitting in one of the chairs. Veruca chose to sit in the other chair. She had finally come face to face with the therapist. The therapists looked up at Veruca. His glasses shone with the sun reflecting on them.
"Hello Veruca.",said the therapist.
"Hi."she responded back to him.
"I hear you have an appointment with me. My name is Dr.Smith. Do you have a specific reason why you are here to speak with me?",he asked.
Veruca was silent. She was unsure whether or not to explain the entire story. Maybe if she explains, in small details, she will give the shortened version of the story? So, Veruca looked back at Dr.Smith, who was waiting for a answer, and she exhaled.
"I just had my daughter ,and ,my parents are getting divorced, and, my husband recommended me to go to therapy because he thinks I'm suffering from postpartum depression.",explained Veruca.
"I see. What do you mean by you are suffering from postpartum depression?",he asked her.
"Its just my husband would say that I would sleep all day. Sometimes, not even acknowledge that our daughter is in the room with us." ,shared Veruca.
"Hmmm..I see..well, postpartum depression is very common in new mothers. One of the many causes of postpartum depression is someone else in the family may have it, do you know who?",asked Dr.Smith.
Veruca went silent. She started thinking and became very quiet.
"My mother?",she answered.