living with three dogs...
recently, you may have read in our family christmas newsletter a bit about our family story with depression. One of the amazing things that came out of that was the amount of people who reached out and said things like "I never knew" and "thanks for saying something" and "i'd be glad to talk." The moment you say something is the moment you take away shame and secrecy. The most touching gift was one from Ontario. A small book. As you know, we have two dogs: the lovely distinguished big dog (ilala) and the crazy wild little dog (arrow). However, this book reminded me of the third dog we live with... A black dog. You can see the story in the following video. I had a black dog, his name was depression. on Vimeo . It's a World Health Organization illustration, and it does a good job with the metaphor. One of the problems though, is that i really recognize, now, more than ever, some of my concepts and beliefs about recovery from mental ...