Trying to Be Someone

Your therapist asks you: "hypothetically, if you were depressed, what would you do?" You answer: "write about a life of depression and drinking coffee, while drinking coffee, depressed." You are pleased with this answer, an artist's answer, a writer's answer, until your therapist responds: "case and point." Case and point? You distrust this phrase, find no validity in it, and are pretty sure it has no real meaning. You would not be surprised if all therapists have a clipboard of phrases behind their desks to tell to patients, all equally meaningless - like "Does this ever make you feel like sleeping all day?" or "I think we are making some serious progress." You sit there refusing the label of depressed until you realized that if you were an artist, if you were a writer, you probably would have produced at least one suicide-attempt-inspired masterpiece by now.