Alice was a 38 year old, unmarried artist living in a Manhattan loft. She was depressed about her career and life’s direction. Above all, she was distressed that she’d been unable to sell her oil abstract paintings, although she’d displayed them at shows and at a prestigious gallery. Things had become so dire, she thought she might have to sell her loft apartment in order to pay for ordinary living expenses, and to continue painting.
She was seeing me once every two weeks for guidance and supportive sessions. At first, she was not depressed, but I become somewhat alarmed, when in addition to her lack of career success, a relationship with a man—a fellow artist—fell apart and Alice became despondent.