 (Nick Galifianakis for The Post) | Adapted from an online discussion. Dear Carolyn: I am a reasonable, even-tempered person who rarely angers because I can always see the other person's point of view, even if I don't agree with them. I have worked in bereavement counseling and in municipal politics, and I have extensive experience with family members with mental health issues. I have a natural talent for listening, offer advice only if specifically asked (I actually say, "Do you want my advice, or are you asking to be heard?"), and become calmer the more upset the other person is. In short, I have a ton of friends and family who call and love to chat about their problems — which until recently I have enjoyed. I hadn't even noticed the complete lack of interest in my life. I know I can ask them to ask me questions about my life, and I realize I have set a pattern where our relationship is not ever about me … but seriously, have they all been so shallow and I haven't noticed? Or am I just depressed? Obviously, it's not really a question. I just wanted someone to see me. — Am I Invisible? | 
