Big Black Dog Named Depression

 

“The most important thing to remember is that no matter how bad it gets, if you take the right steps, talk to the right people, black dog days can and will pass…”

I wish my biological mother knew this when she took her life over 45 years ago at the age of 24- I was just six-months old. I wish my dear friend Glen saw this, just months ago before he jumped off a bridge in Toronto…I miss them every day.

Please, if you are living with a big black dog, know that you are not alone and seek help to get you through…

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