There’s an honest piece about depression in this week’s Sunday Post by the very talented and exceptionally nice Chae Strathie, whose books make lots of children very happy. Â For Strathie the illness wasn’t so much about feeling down – it was about not feeling anything at all. As he puts it, it was more a black hole than a black dog.
It sounds melodramatic now, with the benefit of hindsight. But at the time it was all too real and impossible to see a way out.
Of course, being a Scottish male in public I put on a brave face and told no one about what I was going though. If bottling up emotions was an event in the Commonwealth Games, Scotland would sweep the field. When it comes to keeping schtum about feelings, weâ€™re world-class.
I’ve experienced similar issues, and like Strathie I went to the doctor about it. If you can relate, you should go too.