I remember a my son at about the age of 3 or 4, had gone to the back door, and declared it was dark out there, running to the front and being amazed that it was dark out there as well.
In the morning he asked where did the dark go and who turned the light on. I don't remember what I said.
But today almost 30 years later, his question came to mind.
Where does the darkness go?
When we are suffering from depression, it is often refered to as a dark period and we can't see the light.
An empty space where life revolves around everyone else. People don't understand, they say things like "pull yourself together" or " you'll get over it" or worse still ignore you.
Doctors hand out anti-depressions like smarties without asking or bothering to find the root cause, if there is one.
Where does the darkness go, or even where does if come from?
Does it engulf us suddenly or like the night does it creep up on us slowly, maybe we don't realise it is happening, till we wake up one morning an can't face the world. The deep darkness of depression can surpress us to the extent that people take their own lifes as they see this as the only way out.
Maybe you feel like this?
I don't like standing near the edge of a platform when an express train is passing through. I like to stand right back and if possible get a pillar between me and the train. I don't like to stand by the side of a ship and look down into the water. A second's action would end everything. A few drops of desperation." - Winston Churchill (1874-1965)Black dog’ is a powerfully expressive metaphor that appears to require no explanation. The combination of ‘blackness’ with the negative connotations of ‘dog’, noun and verb, seems an eminently apt description of depression: an ever-present companion, lurking in the shadows just out of sight, growling, vaguely menacing, always on the alert; sinister and unpredictable, capable of overwhelming you at any moment. 
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