A mature woman knows that if nothing makes you happy, then it is not boredom or whim. That this needs to be treated. Really grown up. She can clearly distinguish depression from blues. The blues will fade away sooner or later, but depression doesn’t go away that easily. How does she know this? Do you know how many of these depressive attacks she has experienced in her life? I suffered so much, I cried. Everything is based on personal experience. She even quietly (so that her family wouldn’t know, they wouldn’t understand) went to personal therapy, thinking that there was something wrong with her. But no. Everything is fine. He doesn’t go crazy. Depression is now the most common mental disorder. WHO declared the 21st century the century of depression. So why shouldn't a mature woman be trendy? Just because she's over fifty dollars? No. She is just as susceptible to this disorder as everyone else. She just has more experience. While the whole world was looking for universal methods of treatment, she had already tried everything. Psychologists and psychiatrists as well. And she chose a suitable strategy for herself. So, if your mother lay down to suffer, move away from her. Give the opportunity to take a break. There is no need to jump around in front of her with these African ritual dances “what a wonderful day, what a wonderful tree stump... and my song.” You don’t need this: “Mom, what’s wrong with you, look how beautiful the weather is” or “Mother, what are you missing?”, “Get ready, come on, smile.” A mature woman doesn’t need these laughers of yours. Leave her alone. Let him cry. She has something to talk about. Over the course of your entire life, there have been so many unforgivable mistakes, so much that you have not received through you, that mother, don’t grieve. Let her suffer calmly, change her mind. If you pull her out of this state with your positors, she will stop opening up to you, will hide and suffer even more. Smile in front of you, but suffer in your soul. Remember these cases when a normal smiling employee went and jumped into the Dnieper yesterday, today. This is hidden depression, when people hide their emotional distress so as not to burden anyone around them. What you can do is be glad that they trust you and take this condition seriously. Help is needed, of course. But not now. You can competently, firmly, and not in a deliberately confident voice (like a hospital nurse) ask if anything is needed. And that’s all. A mature woman who has experienced one hundred hundred such depressions knows that, firstly, before falling into sobs, there were preliminary signals: anxiety, irritability, loss of pleasure, insomnia, and so on. A mature, adult woman will never at this stage begin to save herself with gidazepam and sedatives. Because she already tried it and it didn’t help. She knows that it won’t go away on its own either. She knows that she will soon begin to destroy herself with thoughts about her uselessness, ugliness and inferiority. She will want to hear the opposite from others, but will not ask, because she is ashamed to admit the loss of her self-respect. She knows that now she will perceive the entire world around her as gloomy and hopeless. She knows that she will be her own judge and accused, and that this splitting of her will include a cruel and sadistic Inner Parent, who only punishes and never forgives. And she begins to punish herself to the deepest melancholy and sadness, not finding a way out. She laments the hopelessness of life, does not notice what has been created by her hands, her influence, her creativity, her strength of family comfort; healthy happy children, loving grandchildren, delicious food; some very touching pillows, made with your own hands and fitting so nicely into the interior, and such exciting flowers in the front garden. And a lot of other pleasures of life cherished by her. In which she has invested her soul, which others gratefully enjoy and use. Everything is now devalued. Everything is now empty and insignificant. Now she is in despair and powerlessness. In detachment and sobbing. But what do you know about the joylessness of life... Only it cannot afford to lie dormant for a long time. Life is going. The world will not wait for her. Then she will open her eyes,)