A doodle to depict how I feel when depression hits. It follows me round for a few days like a curious dog, waiting, then creeps up and lies on me when I’m asleep, whispering foul things in my ear. It puts all its weight on me so I can’t get up, can’t breathe properly, can’t do anything without it’s heaviness, all the while whispering and hissing.
Then eventually it gets bored and slopes back off into the darkness for a while.
Things that help keep it at bay: Dogs, sunshine, the outdoors, pictures of beds (?) Jay, the gym, talking to my mum, painting, boats, dogs again.
It's ok to ask for help.