I was 27 the first time someone in a position of authority ever told me that my mother was cruel to me.
At some point over our months of sessions, this therapist asked me to draw what my deepest fear was--what did my depression LOOK like?
I've been looking for this drawing for years and finally found it on my computer today.
If only I could truly describe to you the terror I feel upon seeing the black melting figure in the center with cloven hooves.