As you know, recently I have been reading a lot of books to do with Mental Health, including a few about the idea of being depressed, which are told in a way which treats depression as a sort of ‘Black dog’. This idea of the black dog originated back to Winston Churchill, who named his depression in that way.
It’s a clever way to look at such a heavy subject such as this one, and therefore I was thrilled when the books were an easy read which dealt with it very well. They actually come as a series, showing what it is like to live with depression using illustrations which really bring you closer to how a person suffering would feel, as well what it is like to support someone with it.
Obviously, this poem is me putting myself into someone elses shoes, someone who has perhaps just realised they have depression, so their mentality would be that there is nothing they can do about it, but trust me when I say, there is, and you can get out of it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you will. All it takes is one step forward, and you are on your way. Even if you do go backwards slightly, you will never be back at square one. It will just mean you will find another way to reach the end.