So if I’m going to do the Samuel Pepys thing, I might as well go the whole hog. There have been subjects I’ve avoided writing about on this blog. Sex is top of that list, and that won’t change, but I’ve never really broached the subject of depression. It’s not even a word I particularly want to use, so hereafter I’ll use Winston Churchill’s euphemism ‘Black Dog’.

The black dog has always been a part of my life. Sometimes I suffer from it, but mostly I just live with it. It’s chronic, a part of me. It’s why I ski, why I climb, why I work and why I go very quiet sometimes. The black dog is that lover, father, mother… that thing that’s bad for you. So bad for you and yet so seductive. It’s a part of all of us and because of that I’m going to start writing about it. In fact I’m going to start a new category. If you read these words and want to read more, click ‘black dog’ on the category list to read everything on the subject. It’s all about taxonomy :)

Here’s one thought – what do you think? True or false….

“The externally noticeable symptoms of depression are indistinguishable from the externally noticeable symptoms of being a complete dick.”

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