amymyoung | The Black Dog

Lately it seems that every time I go to do something, I’m dogged by the “black dog” of depression. It follows me like a cloud, it makes my life miserable, and I just want to run and get away from it, but I can’t get away from it — no amount of running will help me.

It’s put a damper on my creativity – it’s hard to be creative when you’re feeling that the world is ready to shit on you at every turn and that you can’t do anything right, no matter if that’s true or not.

I’ve suffered from depression since I was thirteen, and every time I think I’ve got that black dog on a leash, it proves to me that it’s still wild and running circles around me.

I’ve got my plans for the new year ahead of me, and I may just come up with some time and something for NaNoWriMo. No matter what the black dog does, I will make the best of it.

I will get it under control. I will rebound. I will get better.