“Black Dogs have been used as a symbol for depression since Celtic times. Winston Churchill famously used the metaphor to articulate his own struggle with melancholia.”
I have my own black dog. It’s been here since I can remember, like a doleful, invisible play friend. It waits patiently, in my dark places, in nearby shadows.
It’s there in insomnia, real as toothache, when I lie awake and every heartbeat thuds like a funeral bell. In these moments, I catalogue my shortcomings, and count my blessings on my thumbs.
My black dog's been following me this week. It found me today, when I woke up with heavy and sad on this grey morning.