学习啦【英语文摘】 编辑：韦彦 发布时间：2016-08-29
I had a black dog. His name was Depression.
Whenever the black dog made an appearance, I felt empty and life just seemed to slow down.
He could surprise me with the visit for no reason or occasion.
The black dog made me look and feel older than my years.
When the rest of the world seemed to be enjoying life, I could only see it through the black dog.
Activities that usually brought me pleasure suddenly ceased to.
He liked to ruin my appetite. He chewed up my memory and my ability to concentrate.
Doing anything or going anywhere with black dog required superhuman strength.
At social occasions, he would sniff out what confidence I had and chase it away.
My biggest fear was being found out; I worried that people might judge me.
Because of the shame and stigma of the black dog, I was constantly worried about being found out.
So I invested a vast amount of energy to covering him up.
Keeping up an emotional life is exhausting!
Black dog could make me think or say negative things.
He could make me irritable and difficult to be around.
He would take my love and bury my intimacy.
He loved nothing more than to wake me with highly repetitive negative thinking.
He also liked to remind me how exhausted I was going to be the next day.
Having a black dog in your life is not so much about feeling a bit down, sad or blue.
At its worst, it is about being devoid of feeling altogether.
As I grew older, black dog got bigger and he started hanging around all the time.
I chased them off with whatever I thought might send him running.
But more often than not, he would come out on top.
Going down became easier than getting up again.
So I became rather good at self medication which never really helped.
Eventually I felt totally isolated from everything and everyone.
The black dog had finally succeeded in hijacking my life.
When you lose all joy in life, you can begin to question what the point of it is.
Thankfully this was time when I sought professional help.
This was my first step towards recovery and was a major turning point in my life.
I learnt that it does not matter who you are, the black dog affects millions and millions of people. It is an equal opportunity mongrel.
I also learnt that there was no silver bullet or magic pill.
Medication can help some and others might need different approach altogether.
I also learnt that being emotionally genuine or authentic to those who close to you can be an absolute game changer.
Most importantly I learnt not to be afraid of black dog and taught him a few tricks of my own.
The more tried or stressed you are the louder he barks.
So it is important to learn how to quiet your mind.
It's been clinically proven that regular exercise can be as effective for treating mild to moderate depression as antidepressants.
So go for a walk or run and leave the mutt behind.
Keep a mood journal; getting your thoughts on paper can be cathartic and often insightful.
Also keep track of the things you have been grateful for.
The most important thing to remember is that no matter how bad it gets, if you take right steps, talk to the right people, black dog days can and will pass.
I wouldn't say that I am grateful for the black dog. But he has been an incredible teacher.
He forced me to re-evaluate and simplify my life.
I learnt that rather than running away from my problems, it is better to embrace them.
The black dog may always be a part of my life. But he would never be the beast that it was.
We have an understanding.
I've learnt through knowledge, patience, discipline and humour, the worst black dog can be made to heel.
If you are in difficulty, never be afraid to ask for help.
There is absolutely no shame in doing so; the only shame is missing out of life.
Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare
十四行诗 第116首 - William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Years ago, when I was working as a psychologist at a children's institution in England, anadolescent boy showed up in the waiting room, it was David.
David wore a black raincoat that was buttoned all the way up to his neck. His face was pale,and he stared at his feet while wringing his hands nervously. He had lost his father as an infant,and had lived together with his mother and grandfather ever since. But when David turned 13,his grandfather died and his mother was killed in a car accident. He was very depressed，refusing to talk to others.
The first two times we met, David didn't say a word. He sat in the chair and only looked up atthe children's drawings on the wall. As he was about to leave after the second visit, I put myhand on his shoulder. He didn't shrink back, but he didn't look at me either.
"Come back next week," I hesitated a bit. Then I said, "I know it hurts."
He came, and I suggested we play a game of chess. He nodded. After that we played chessevery Wednesday afternoon in complete silence and without making any eye contact. It's noteasy to cheat in chess, but I admit that I made sure David won once or twice.
It seemed as if he enjoyed my company. But why did he never look at me? "Perhaps he sensesthat I respect his suffering." I kept wondering and playing with him, until some months later,suddenly, he looked up at me, "It's your turn," he said.
After that day, David started talking He got friends in school and joined a bicycle club. He wroteto me a few times, after that the letters stopped. Now he had really started to live his own life.
Maybe I gave David something. At least I learned a lot from him. I learned how time makes itpossible to overcome what seems to be an insuperable pain. I learned to be there for peoplewho need me. And David showed me how one - without any words - can reach out to anotherperson. All it takes is a hug, a shoulder to cry on，a friendly touch, a sympathetic nature -and an ear that listens.