So here is a little update on my Black Dog story.
I was feeling quite down for about a week. Writing about these sort of things helps me. As does talking, laughing and generally trying to be an idiot!
I had a phone call from one of my brothers. During the phone call there was a lot of swearing, a lot of laughing, loads of sarcasm and making fun. He even tried to ‘out depression’ me!!
“I’m feeling sad too you know”, he says. And I say, “excuse me, are you trying to steal my depression thunder??!”. And he says “fuck yeah I am!”.
If you don’t know me or my family this exchange may seem harsh. But if you do know us you know that taking the piss and laughing at ourselves is a coping mechanism. And it works very well.
We’ve had quite a lot of family drama over the years, and still continuing now. If we didn’t laugh and make light of certain situations, they would be so much harder to deal with.
I hung up the phone and realised I was starting to feel better. And then throwing a joint first and fourth birthday party for our two youngest munchkins was actually my remedy.
Fabulous people (new friends and life long friends and family), perfect weather and it went off without a hitch.
I realised that I was coming out the other side and was starting to feel like member of my life again.
Thank you to my tribe for being there for me. You know who you are. The text messages of love and support mean the world to me.
And to my hubby for being you. We are very lucky to have you.
So in conclusion, a conversation with many many ‘fucks’ and ‘pricks’ thrown in and a party with wonderful people dragged me up and out. See ya later black dog for now. I’m busy!!