When the Black Dog comes knocking.
God it’s a sunny weekend afternoon, I’m tidying my garage. I’m having fun. But I think you’re saying to take a break? You want me to get my computer out and have a written conversation with you?
I do. Why do you think that is?
I think it’s because even though I’m enjoying myself -- somewhere in the back of my mind I’m feeling a bit anxious, worried, alone – maybe just a bit down?
Yes. Why are you feeling like that?