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Tuesday, 31 March 2009

The Black Dog

I'm struggling tonight with my depression. It hit me really hard today, sort of crept up on me about 10am like a stalking menace.

I try & fight it but I never seem to win, I feel like I'm being dragged off into a cell to be beaten and as much as I try and break free I have to wait for the door to be slightly open then I can make my escape.

It's quite lonely in this cell.
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7 comments:

  1. Cookin' Cate1 April 2009 at 01:39

    I'm thinking happy thoughts for you. =)

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  2. hollyalyxfinch1 April 2009 at 17:15

    sad to hear this my dear :( am thinking of you xx

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  3. @Bass_1 April 2009 at 21:42

    Your description is very good and unfortunately very accurate, this curse seems to effect more & more of us, for me its really helpful to read this, it makes the cell less lonely. Thank you

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  4. Anne2 April 2009 at 11:37

    another one here in the cell, maybe together we can break out?

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  5. Steve Hearn2 April 2009 at 12:09

    so looks like we have a tea party planned, I am already here waiting for you to arrive..!

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  6. Blue Dog2 April 2009 at 14:59

    Me thinks we might need a cell extension. It feels so much better being in a cell with others, like you all, than not being in a cell at all.

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  7. stonefences22 April 2009 at 15:26

    The Black Dog is an apt description - I also suffer, and I posted on my own blog the other day about it. You're not alone, and while the depressive days suck, on others days I'm happy to know that you, and others like me understand.

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