I had a black dog. His name was depression. He liked to ruin my appetite. He loved to keep me awake at nights with negative thoughts. He enjoyed pushing me away from my social circles. He chewed up my memory and ability to concentrate. So, I made more mistakes at work. My colleagues, and my boss frowned upon me. He made me irritable and difficult to be around. So, I almost lost my loved ones. At the beginning, he could surprise me with a visit for no reason. While I kept neglecting him, he started hanging around all the time.
Normally, I love movies, loud music, and squash. Whenever he’s around, I felt empty, hopeless and do not want to do anything apart from lying in my bed all day long. When the rest of the world seemed to be enjoying life, all I could see was the big black dog, snarling at me. But I was too scared to talk about it to my friends and family because I thought they would judge me.
First, I scared him away with whatever I thought might send him away. Later, I took refuge in alcohol and ecstasies that I thought might help me to forget him. But they made it even worse. So, I started wondering what is the point of living while the big black dog was hovering over me every minute, every second of my days. Thankfully, I opted for the professional help at this point, and it was a total game changer. With the professional help, I learnt not to be afraid of the black dog and a few new tricks of my own to chase him away. I also learned that there are millions of people around me having exactly the same problems with their black dogs.
I realized that the black dog _ now I call him blacky_ will always be part of my life but he will never be the beast that he was. The most important thing is that no matter how bad life gets, if we take the right steps, talk to the right people, black dog days can and will pass.
World Health Organization (WHO). I had a black dog, his name was depression [Internet]. 2012 [cited 2022 Mar 1]. Available from: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiCrniLQGYc