I had a black dog, his name was depression

At its worst, depression can be a frightening, debilitating condition. Millions of people around the world live with depression. Many of these individuals and their families are afraid to talk about their struggles, and don’t know where to turn for help. However, depression is largely preventable and treatable. Recognizing depression and seeking help is the first and most critical towards recovery.

In collaboration with WHO to mark World Mental Health Day, writer and illustrator Matthew Johnstone tells the story of overcoming the “black dog of depression”. More information on the book can be found here: http://matthewjohnstone.com.au/

For more information on mental health, please visit: http://www.who.int/topics/mental_health/en/

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38 thoughts on “I had a black dog, his name was depression

  1. It took me half a year to get back to that video. For me, it isn't a dog – 'cause dogs a purified joy and love in my eyes.
    But I get the metaphore.

    I think I grew up with it… It was normal.

    I saw the book at my therapist's office.

    Thank you. đŸ™‚

  2. I have lived with the black dog for all my life. I've always struggled to explain it to others. this video was super helpful for the people around me to explain to others what I was feeling. thank you.

  3. 2 years back i found myself having extremely dark days of emptiness and purposelessness. i journalled all the time and listened to a lot of daughter. i thought there was seriously something wrong with me; it was as if someone had pulled down the blinds and while the sun was up, it never seemed bright enough. i eventually found out i had hypothyroidism and it was affecting my moods very badly. i started taking medicine and got better gradually. now listening to daughter again on spotify i'm reminded of those few months of my depressive episode and how it shut down everything in me completely. now on hindsight i see that it wasn't me. to call that 'my old self' would be awfully inaccurate. it was my condition. and they are 2 separate entities.

  4. Oh this BLACK DOG. It  knows no boundaries in respect of people…rich, poor, famous, unknown, it doesn't care.  If you have never had the black dog…how lucky you are. If you have had the black dog……well it is hell on earth. Every time I hear the phrase I think of Winston Churchill……what a leader he was and he suffered dreadfully with the black dog. Anyone can. Never mock it, you never know when one day this dog jumps up and smacks you in the face.

  5. depression is one of the many diseases that affect people. it comes in various garbs . some times it lasts for a few days like common cold, some times it lasts weeks like typhoid and may continue for months if untreated. generally it makes you feel sad, weak, lose interest in things which you usually do and things which made you happy earlier now do not. It affects your sleep, appetite, activity, sex and makes you feel worthless. you feel trapped in your own mind by this dark mysterious thing which you cannot see but feel.you do not feel free. sometimes it makes you feel hopeless and think of suicide. unfortunately some people do bring their life to a premature end by their own hand. The dead have no feelings but what about the survivors of those who die?
    It is very very common. nearly 3 crore people in india suffer from it. three out of four of these are not getting treated and suffering.
    there is no shame in getting a viral fever, malaria or dysentery so is the case with depression.
    talk to people who are close to you; share your feelings and worries; if nothing of these are helping consult a doctor
    depression can be treated effectively treated by psychotherapy and by medicines. The earlier you seek treatment the better

  6. I don't have a black dog, I have a black creature in a black pit. The thing has teeth and tentacles. It dragged me in, and kept me in the pit for a long, long time. It lied to me, and told me there was no sun, there had never been any sun, nobody would come save me. Whenever I tried to climb out of the pit, it would wrap around me and drag me back down, because it was so much stronger than me… so I had no choice but to feed it pieces of myself over time and alienated everyone I knew as I did so. As I fed it, it grew, and Stockholm Syndrome developed and I saw it as my only friend. One day, it whispered to me to end my life. I had nothing left to give it, because I had given so selflessly so much and nothing made the pain go away. So I started believing it was right. That I had to die. And that scared me, so I got help. I got help through medicine, which was like a rope lowered into the pit, and eventually… I could climb back out of the pit. It didn't stop me this time. It had grown too fat and lazy and its lies had no power over me anymore. And I looked down, and realized how deep the pit was, and how dark… and swore I would never let the thing in the pit have me again.

    The thing isn't happy, but then it never is. Sometimes I feel bad for it. It must be lonely in its own misery. So I made peace with it. It's smaller now, and I can hold it in my hand, and some days it still is strong and pulls me into the pit. And I take those days as they come.

  7. Dus is het meest duidelijke beeld van wat ik ooit zag over hoe depressie aanvoelt en bezit van je neemt.En er is hoop aan het eind van de tunnel, omarm je zwarte hond ! Zo'n mooie boodschap !

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