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A Short Animated Video-“I Had a Black Dog, His Name Was Depression”

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“I Had a Black Dog, His Name Was Depression”

Depression

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 struggled with 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? Here’s a clever animated clip about dealing with depression including recognizing that it’s real, that it’s “there” with you.

“I Had a Black Dog, His Name Was Depression”

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