Family genes and I don't mean Levis

Last night I went to visit my sister in the hospital. She checked herself in due to severe depression and anxiety. R is a wounded soul that suffered a traumatic experience when she was very young from which she never fully recovered. She has been medicated and under the care of a psychiatrist for the past twenty years. This is not the first time she has visited the hospital for psychiatric care, but it was the first time she called me from the hospital to tell me she was there. Previously she would tell me about her visit after she left. During our visit I tried very hard to make the conversation interactive which worked reasonably well. I also focused on helping her to identify the primary causes of her anxiety and ways she could reduce some of the stress in her life. As I listened to myself speak I realized that I needed to take my own advice and work on the issues that created stress and anxiety in my life. I need to spend less time in Clickerville and more time working towards completion of my goals.