August 28, 2018 It was 4 p.m. on a Friday afternoon, and “Ruth” was my last patient of the day. She was one of my regular elderly patients and I was hoping for a short visit. I noticed that she failed to greet me at the door as she always did. I started discussing her blood pressure readings but she seemed unusually reserved during our conversation. At one point, she mumbled, “You may not see me again.” At first, I failed to process this comment, but her demeanor made me concerned enough to explore her mood. I went through a questionnaire with her that revealed she was suffering from severe depression. She even admitted to having suicidal thoughts. “Nobody would miss me or think about me, Dr. Daiza,” Ruth said. “Sometimes I think about hanging myself in the basement.” I froze. I immediately urged her to get help. I mentioned mental health professionals, medications, and even inpatient psychiatric treatment. She refused everything and appeared frightened. “Don’t tell anyone! Don’t send me away!” she sobbed. I started to counsel her and asked if she would agree to meet with me every few days. I had built a trust with her that […]