Sunday, 12 April 2015

A Black Dog lives here

Depression is hard to explain. It happens. Of late there have been some wonderful moments, some great experiences, some travel and photos to boot. When we got back on Thursday night the plan was to show you all.
But a cloud settled in and stayed. With it a headache that caused nausea. Today, another glorious spring one, I made myself attempt some gardening, it was short lived, but something. Then Em asked if I would ride the bike alongside her while she ran. Reluctantly I pumped up the tires and we set off. She ran a good 5+ miles before stopping and turning round. I barely spoke, but loved being out with my girl in the sun, the wind, the smell of spring.
Someone close posted this today on Facebook and it struck a chord and I thought it really shows what depression can be like for some. It is a WHO video

I have a black dog and he was running the show this weekend. Tomorrow I start work on a stroke ward, where there will be some very ill people. I don't want the dog to come with me.

I am very lucky that those near and dear just ignore that black dog until he clears off. I am very grateful too.



Anonymous said...

I think watching the You Tube video you linked to should be compulsory for those who don't have a black dog in their lives. I watched it without sound and understood some of what you must be suffering and then watched it again with sound and understood some more. Hope your black dog gets smaller every day until you can't see it at all. Hugs.

Liz said...

Thanks J. It comes and goes and I have really learned to manage it over the years but it is awful when it strikes. Best thing though is that I KNOW it will go away... it is a waiting game.
Much better today, changing incontinence pads and washing old men!! xx