Black Dog

that creeps inside me when I open my eyes. When I’m indoors whereas the sun is shining outside. When I feel I shouldnt be so much on my own. When I try to find sleep at night and dream away my insecurities.

“Think back to the saddest you’ve ever felt, take away the sadness and leave the bewildering hollow agony. Then make that happen every day. Each morning my head felt as it was wrapped in cotton wool. There was also a strange feeling like I was in a glass cage and all my emotions had been suspended for a moment, before slowly sinking in again. Everything felt artificial. Often I’d feel irrational tweaks of despair for no reason during normal conversations, like I wasn’t meant to be there.” - Kat.

“With such heavy limbs and a foggy head, even ont step was difficult. Once up all I wanted to do was to go back to bed. But however long I slept I never felt refreshed. My attention span vanished, I couldnt follow a conversation. Depression meant I had no goal, no ambition. Now sometimes I am really good, other days the anxiety comes back.” - Stacey