I've had battles with Black Dogs for years, found at suicide I even failed x2, many many kilometres ago. I lost my main support recently, Ironic that it was in itself a huge Black Dog, Kimba, her even over motorcycles has been my reason to put up with Drs, treatments, being knocked down by government bureaucracy, Insurance rip-off for policies that they fight over paying out, my childhood abuse by those entrusted to look after me, I could write a book.
After 15 yrs of Kimba's companionship I have to fight off the 'other' Black Dog constantly entering my thoughts.
My way of coping now will solely depend riding, day or night, wet or dry, I'm just not keen in the heat
. I don't have a reason to go home now. I have some $$ to go further afield and when I have the coffin back together and working I'll be riding faster than any Black Dog can run.
OzSTOC has been a huge support for myself and a few others I've talked with and helps all who ride with removing the proverbial finger and getting out of our minds, our home (prisons for some) and engaging in our society.
I have learnt through my rather colourful life to first identify my depression before its grip and change my mindset, clear out the cobwebs and sit on the bike for lo oo ng hours, helmet open so the wind dries my tears, often, and hope to arrive someplace appearing to all a sane and sensible me. I'm not one to keep much in silence when with friends as most will know.
I'm really not sure how I'll handle the black dog though if I get anymore mentally disturbed than I am now. ah well 'SHARE and Care' I'm embracing my demented future.. ;)
just hope they don't send the van,.. my madness and depression are different..
Anyone reading this that wants someone to talk to, I'll answer my phone to a call 24/7 RING me, maybe I can help you teach your BlackDog to sit and stay and then roll over for a belly rub... maybe it will bite me instead..