I am moved to write today because I realised that for me, rather than Churchill's 'black dog on his shoulder', for me, depression feels more like someone killed my dog. It is a physical pain, gnawing in my chest and stomach, like when Oz says in 'Buffy' that it feels like he's missing a body part (after Willow breaks up with him) "like an arm. Or a
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