Once, many years ago, my mom’s cat was very ill. Being the runt of the litter of an overbred cat, he had problems with diverticulum and would probably die within a few months. But he and my mom held on, she even sneaked him into a hospital meant for humans! Turkey kept on pushing on as well, after five surgeries he was still alive! Eventually, after a final fifth surgery that closed the cavity inside of his esophagus, he got better.
My parents only cared about my grades. I think they may have been depressed while I was growing up. Definitely, no one practiced self-help techniques or knew about them in my family.