Anjing Hitam Nama Bobo

I remember you once told me of Winston Churchill. How he referred to his own depression as the Black Dog.

"The Black Dog is beside me," he would say in his moment of greatest darkness.

Your face lit up as you were telling me this. Like sharing a tiny treasure that you knew I would just as much you did. It seemed such a perfect metaphor for something so familiar to both of us.

The unflagging fidelity of this illness.

[pat pat]

I'm sure I'm going to be fine.