The Big Black Dog

Ayup. The name's Liam and this is the Big Black Dog but you already know that don't you? Terrible humour I know and I should apologise but sorry seems to be all I say of late.

I've recently been diagnosed with Persistent Depressive Disorder which was news to me. I thought being emotionally stunted was just part of my mark up but alas not.

I say alas because managing and coping with the Big Black Dog is proving harder than I thought possible and I'm struggling not to pack it all in and follow it off into the dark.

Words like High Intensity Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, Sertraline, Psychotherapy and most dreaded of all: Exercise, have been thrown around, seemingly over my head and with little consideration to little, old, depressed me.

Still feels weird using that word to describe myself: depressed. I've been called lots of things: stupid, lazy, hopeless but none of those people we're in a GP Practise with their name on a little plaque on the door.

So know the Big Black Dog has a name: dysthymia (fancy) I have a battle plan. Or rather the doctor does I'm just along for the ride.

I'm hoping to find help so that I can try and own this thing and mayhap make some friends along the way.

Thanks for listening.