Dear Black Dog…

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Dear Black dog,

You have been chasing me relentlessly for the past month – again.  Sometimes, I manage to run faster than you, sometimes I’m just not strong enough and I slow down.  You on the other hand seem to have swallowed dynamite, because you just don’t stop.  The few times that you do take a rest, I can still feel your eyes, watching me.

I wonder if the devil isn’t riding along with you, holding out a bottle of meds and spurring you on to chase me faster…

You make me so tired.

When will you stop?

When will you leave me alone?

For how many years are you still going to torment me?

I would appreciate you letting me know all this, just so that I can know.

Without regards,

Hope, the happy hugger.

46 thoughts on “Dear Black Dog…

  1. I’ve decided the only way to outrun the black dog is to get rocket powered boots, but knowing my like, I’ll put them in reverse and do his job for him! I understood this post, absolutely 🙂

  2. Hey, hang in there, happy hugger! This black dog is a somewhat stupid and diabolic animal and you are superior! You are the happy hugger!

    I hope that dog will soon be gone and leave you alone and mind his own business. *internethugs*

  3. I didn’t know what you were talking about at first. You see, my son has a young black dog that out runs me and seems powered by unending energy. He’s a goofy guy, so I had happy thoughts. It was only when I saw the tag “depression” that I realized you created an apt metaphor. It’s a powerful one. I re-read your post and nearly wept. I know that feeling. All I can say is that you’re not alone and that everything changes–nothing, not even the “black dog” and his seemingly unrelenting chase, lasts forever. Take comfort in that. I did. ❤

  4. The black dog will grow tired at some point and everything will become bright again. Hugs from a regular walker of the black dog, may it soon grow tired and leave you be xxx

  5. Dis sleg om daardie bootjie te roei. Die vervloekste swart hond swem meestal vinniger as wat mens kan roei. Jare se baklei om ontslae te raak van hom werk ook maar nie sommer nie. Hy kom tog telkens weer. n kleinigheid “trigger” die uitkruip van die brak. Wees verseker dis nie maklik nie. Ek hoop daar skyn gou weer n mooi lig in die donker tonnel vir jou. Sterkte vir jou

  6. dear Michelle, I can not say I know how you feel, I do not think you would be helped if I said I was sorry for you either… I will say though that I had an illness which left me unable to work for 19 years. Near the end I despaired and thought I would never get well as long as I lived. I had a physical illness, which eventually was cured through surgery, even so, I know the feeling of having to give in again and again. My illness was a fierce hawk who dug his claws in my neck and never let go….until some years ago. I almost do not believe it myself, but now I am working, traveling, and running my own business. I know depression is a different illness, I just wanted to tell you that anything can happen, never think the truth about your life just now is the truth about your whole life…I do not know how to say this well, just know that I give you a big hug! Solveig

  7. I love the ‘Without regards’ … hahahah! That’s the way to tell him off Michelle! You hang in there hon. I know how you feel and you’re not alone in this. 😀

    ♥ Big Hugs ♥

Namaste. My soul honors your soul. I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides. I honor the light, love, truth, beauty & peace within you, because it is also within me. In sharing these things we are united, we are the same, we are one.

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