You've been seeing a therapist for about a year in an attempt to cure depression. Every day you felt tired, depressed mood made your days black and white. even your favorite things have ceased to give you pleasure. Sitting silently in a chair opposite your therapist, you stared at the floor while the guy waited for you to say a word.

"You know, I'm sure that silence won't help you. Collect the fuck and say at least something." - he said in a calm and pleasant voice.