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They hunt in packs........................
Message Sent: 22:09, 19 May, 2003
They hunt in packs........................
The Black Dog of depression follows me around every day. Some days he is right by my side, but never so near that I could reach out and touch him. He is too cleaver for that! Other days he stalks me from a distance, keeping me just in sight, then all of a sudden he will rush up and bite me hard again, for no reason at all?
He wakes me at night, and makes me cry. I cannot lose him. Sometimes he will disappear for days at a time. I cannot eat. I cannot sleep. I cannot be bothered to talk to friends or look after myself. I just want to curl up into a ball, and die. I crave to return to a time not so long ago when I was happy. I had a dream. I had a reason to live. I could t...
They hunt in packs........................
Message Sent: 22:09, 19 May, 2003
They hunt in packs........................
The Black Dog of depression follows me around every day. Some days he is right by my side, but never so near that I could reach out and touch him. He is too cleaver for that! Other days he stalks me from a distance, keeping me just in sight, then all of a sudden he will rush up and bite me hard again, for no reason at all?
He wakes me at night, and makes me cry. I cannot lose him. Sometimes he will disappear for days at a time. I cannot eat. I cannot sleep. I cannot be bothered to talk to friends or look after myself. I just want to curl up into a ball, and die. I crave to return to a time not so long ago when I was happy. I had a dream. I had a reason to live. I could t...
Posted by: Margaret Rowden
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