When my mother got depressed
She could not get out of bed
Refused to eat
She thought she had cancer
She thought she was dying, that’s how bad she felt
Came to terms with imminent death
When the doctor said she was fine
She snarled at him
He showed her the tests, the x-rays, the labs
The doctor suggested a psychiatrist who
Diagnosed a chemical imbalance in my mother’s brain
And recommended a pill
Together with a course of psychotherapy.
So she got out of bed
And started eating again.
After a few months of weekly visits to the psychiatrist
She declared herself cured.
But for the next thirty years took the pill
Just as a precaution.