The Black Dog

They call it the black dog
It’s a euphemism, you see
It’s not even close; it’s something
With which you don’t want to be.
It is a downward spiral
Into a deep dark hole
And it feels like it’ll never end
As deeper inside you go

There is a hollow feeling
In the middle of your chest
And despite that emptiness
It feels as heavy as lead

Gone is your appetite
For both food and for life
And as for your sleep;
It evades you through the night

You lose interest in everything
Even what you’d enjoy
Work and play become a drag
To escape which, you use every ploy

You stay away from friends
With excuses of being busy
And call in sick from work
With stomach bugs and feeling dizzy

You start to loathe yourself
And stare at a future bleak
When loved ones try to comfort
To them, you refuse to speak

Finally the answer hits you
This life ain’t worth living
With nothing left to hope for
What better than it ending?

Once you have that single thought
That idea of ending it all
A plan slowly beings to form
In your mind it begins to crawl

Alas my friend, the secret though
Is not to kill yourself
To get rid of this black dog
You need to face your inner hell

Go and see a therapist
If needed, get some meds
Get back into life’s routines
And start to meet your friends
It’ll be a long and bumpy road
Through your journey on the mend
This big black dog called Depression
For it to finally end…

***This was written for One Single Impression Prompt 161: Hollow***
Until next time,

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  • Kim
    30 March 2011 at 1:07 pm

    I think I will send this to my nephew who has been battling with depression now for a while. He says he just wants a magic pill to make it all better. While he is on medication, he just isn’t seeing light at the end of the tunnel right now and I don’t know how to help. He can’t afford a whole lot of therapy but he does see someone (I believe) but I’m not sure how that’s helping. Thanks for this, it was dead on for him and he needs all the help he can get.

  • Sribby
    30 March 2011 at 1:27 pm

    loved it 🙂

  • Kim
    30 March 2011 at 1:29 pm

    Oh… I understand that black dog. Wrote about it myself a while back…

  • Titaxy
    30 March 2011 at 2:21 pm

    🙂 nice

  • Wolfbernz
    30 March 2011 at 7:58 pm

    Well said, I always enjoy stopping by your blog.

    Have a great day

  • Psych Babbler
    31 March 2011 at 3:38 am

    I’m stoked that you think this is readable by someone suffering from
    depression Kim. I hope your nephew manages his depression…it is definitely
    a struggle as I see with my clients but you can see change in those that are
    willing to start working towards it. Definitely no magic pill or wand to
    wave the blues away though…it requires hard work.

  • Psych Babbler
    31 March 2011 at 3:38 am

    Aww thanks Nu… 🙂

  • Psych Babbler
    31 March 2011 at 3:39 am

    Welcome here Kim! Will check out your poem too… 🙂

  • Psych Babbler
    31 March 2011 at 3:39 am

    Thanks T 🙂

  • Psych Babbler
    31 March 2011 at 3:39 am

    Thanks Wolfbernz… 🙂

  • Prajakta Pradhan
    31 March 2011 at 9:04 am

    That’s really good. Simple and poignant! Nice!

  • Psych Babbler
    31 March 2011 at 9:43 am

    Welcome here Prajakta! Thanks for the lovely comment… 🙂

  • sakshi
    31 March 2011 at 9:51 am

    was really helpgul..quite a useful read…we all are battling with our lives some or the other way….hopei can wave it away..thanks for the article..:)

  • Psych Babbler
    31 March 2011 at 10:14 am

    Welcome here Sakshi! I’m glad that piece was helpful…hope you manage to fight those demons away…take care…

  • Lesleyg
    31 March 2011 at 5:05 pm

    Depression is certainly the black dog when it hits you. I’ve been in that hollow spiralling ever downward. It’s a tough move to get out, one needs help…

  • Psych Babbler
    31 March 2011 at 8:08 pm

    I hope you have been able to conquer your black dog Lesley…it really is
    tough as you say…but if a person can manage it, kudos to them!