I planted an oak tree sapling many years ago in a large container and at its base I arranged some oyster shells. It got left and really abandoned as my black dog bit me on the ass hard. I returned to where I had left it the other day and was taken by the beauty of the moss and small alpine plant that had taken root.
I realised how much of a metaphor this had become of my depression. It told me to remember that no matter how dark and grim a place I had planted myself there is always beauty within where even the smallest of details matter. It gave me hope.
Don’t give up, keep fighting even when all seems lost. For one day you will get to crawl from the darkness and spread your branches again in the light.
Tales of the Black Bragg Dog 
I hope you’re able to enjoy your Saturday.
All the best. 🙂
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Take the meds push the pain aside, try and live. Daily mantra. Most of the time I’m pretty up and little manic from the pills but I’ve learnt to ride and use it but when I crash, I really crash. Thank you for your kind words. Give the dog a kick for me x
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That’s good to hear 🙂
I myself have more ok-ish days than really rotten ones. I find the writing or embroidery helps. Do you do any craft for relaxing?
Black Dog has wandered off for now 😉
Hugs xo
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Good to hear the dog lost. May be never wander back.
I like to potter in my workshop making objects from wood. Current fad are stringed instruments. A strumstick or 3 and a electric cigar box guitar. I have a slight fascination with boxes too.
There is something comforting about the smell of wood and a shed.
I can’t work out how to post pictures in the comments. Any idea?
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