Ever have a day when the melencholy consumes you?

Churchill called it the black dog. William Styron termed it Darkness Visible ...

It is consuming me now ... It will kill me. Eventually, not now ... now it just gives me glances into a lonely and enfeebled future.

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Thodsis · 51-55, M

Very often. It's a proper bastard.

Hang on in there. The clouds will clear at some point. If only briefly. Just try to remember the sunshine.

Sorry for the crap metaphors. :)