Yes. Just yes. I struggle with depression. I battle with depression. Sometimes daily, consuming every waking and sleeping moment. Sometimes randomly. No apparent reason that anyone else can see. Depression is a black dog. Great video depiction.
Dylan, my 20-year-old son, died of depression, deep, deep dark depression. He fought for a long time and fooled us all with his easy laugh and funny faces. Depression will do that. I grew up with black labrador retrievers. To me, the black dog in the video looks like a cross between Clifford, the big red dog (Dylan loved reading Clifford dog stories), and the black labs I grew up with.
I still have my black dog. Do you?