The Fog.


Updated: Mar 21

Some call it the Black Dog, I call it The Fog.

No, it’s not a crappy 1980 horror film (or it’s 2005 remake), although it was turning into a nightmare for my wife Sarah.

I wasn’t happy.

I had a dream job, an unbelievable wife (pregnant at the time) and was living a great life in Sydney. Sure, our apartment was so small that Sarah was inseminated just passing each other in the kitchen, but it was a good life nonetheless.

However, there seemed to be what I can best describe as a fog descending over my brain and it was setting in.

Everybody with depression experiences it in their own way, but to me I just couldn’t get my brain right. I was unfocussed, agitated and the only thing I really wanted to do was curl up under a doona and the rest of the world could go to hell.

Through good doctors and a very understanding wife, I have now learned to manage it. There are some good days and there are some not so good days, but the more I talk about this infernal brain of mine, the more I learn that I’m not the only one.

And that’s why I started this….

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