Hank was depressed and had been for a long time. How did Tia know? He was emotionally absent. He didn’t care whether he lived or died. How many times had he refused to make changes, to pursue goals—or even have goals? “What’s the use?” he demanded. “It’s a waste of time.” He was so certain that if he picked himself up someone else would come along and knock him down again. “I’m tired of doing everything for everyone,” he grumbled. But he didn’t do anything for anyone if he could get out of it. He insisted he couldn’t sleep through the night, but would sleep for hours during the day. He used to enjoy fishing and hunting, and membership in a local club of an international service organization. He no longer enjoyed spending time with Tia. But he would spend hours sitting in front of the television watching reruns of Law & Order, Criminal Minds and CSI. “We can’t float any more,” Tia insisted.