The black dog, for those who are unaware, was Churchill's term for depression. Well, it's standing next to me at the moment. Work problems are somewhat awful right now, and getting worse, and together with the PTSD and GID I am not doing very well. Not cycling, not even going out the front door except for work and to get food.
Writing has taken a back seat, as you may have noticed. The dog has me by the throat and won't let go. Normal service may or may not be resumed at some point.
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So sorry to hear that
As someone who's spent a lot of the last decade there themselves, I really feel for you and hope you are able to climb back out of the hole sooner rather than later. I know it seems impossible at times but, if you're there now, you've probably been there before and know that it eventually ends.
I will miss your writings but completely understand that they are a distant priority in your present situation. I recently discovered that your stories were on Kindle and have been going back and re-reading all of them (I first read all of them here. I just liked them so much I wanted to have them in Kindle format). I would suggest that anyone who misses your work while you're getting better do the same.
You will be in my thoughts and prayers.
I barely get by some days....
...between grief over the death of Beth and Cindi and my own issues. But I manage, if only a wee bit each day.
I cannot speak for anyone but myself in the following regard; my writing serves as one of my very few ways to express this person you see on these pages. When I cannot write, it hurts since I'm literally denying self; and that fuels the depression of which I already battle
I'm so glad that you are willing to be candid. We all need to know we're not alone. For many of the same reasons you describe that we struggle with each day as well. You remain an inspiration in so many ways to me. Thank you for your friendship and care for me; you remain in my thoughts and prayers.
Love, Andrea Lena
You did do something, though
You wrote to us, and I for one am glad that you did.
Teri Ann
"Reach for the sun."
Support
can run in many ways.
I won't try to jolly you out of it, nor swamp you in sympathy.
When you need to say something to a neutral and friendly shoulder - then feel free.
Julia
Your honesty is refreshing.
It can happen to anyone including those like you we would most like to see avoid it.
Rhona McCloud
Thank You Cyclist, I have FINALLY figured it out
Now I know why I have no place in my universe for a pet.
It's that DAMNED Black Dog that has me by the short-and-curlies that has spoiled my desire for any domestic animals in my life.
with love,
HER
Once in a while I bare my soul, more often my soles bear me.
I hear you.
I wish I had some magic words to make that dog heel....
All I can say is.... I understand.
You're in my thoughts. If 'good vibes' can be sent, know they're coming your way.
May you find the strength to get through this, and to cherish the relief when it has passed. Which I hope is soon. I can't find the words to express the thoughts I'm trying to send your way. Just know that that damned dog gets around. May it leave you in peace really soon.
Warmest thoughts.
K@
biggest huggles, hon
know the Black Dog well. Keep fighting!
...
* hugs *
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
You Know Me
Any time you feel like talking,