my mom came over this past weekend and helped me clean. i told her about counselling with hubby. she thought it was good. i went over to her house some days later...i was pissed with steve and went out. my mother said something that touched me. i asked her if she thought i was clinically depressed; and if i needed to be on meds. my sis is on med. my mother sd that i am not my sis; that i am a dif person and have had a dif life. she sd that she didnt think i needed meds. that my home being messy is fueling my depression. she sd that i shd pray and read my bible....my mom is a psyche nurse so i take her opinion on this to be informed. she sd i know ur not that lazy. c steves mother keeps suggesting that i need professional help. ive seen therapists b4 and its no big deal, but i dont feel like thats what i need right now....and from her it feels like an insult, not a caring observation. anyway i thought it was great to hear from someone who knows me so well, that i am ok....shes also reminded me that i need to be more grateful. thar a lot of people dont have beautiful children that i have and have husbands that beat them etc...things cd surely b worse....god is still good.