Chapter 4
I filled out my mood diary diligently and whether it was the constant need to remember what I was doing and what I was feeling, or whether the meds were finally kicking in, I couldn’t say. All I could say was I was feeling a little more positive than I had been for the past few months. I said a little and I meant a little. There were still periods of gloom, dark thoughts, and a desire on most days to stay in bed with the covers pulled over my head, but even the briefest of breaks were like a breath of fresh air; a palpable relief from the weight of the black dog.
The improvement in my mood motivated me to paint. I went through some photographs to find inspiration for a new picture. The kitchen table had become a collage of coastal scenes. I was after something different. I want
