Bottom of the well.

Many people talk about their depression as a black dog. Mine doesn’t feel like that. I feel like I’m at the bottom of a deep well, I can see the light, but every time I am about to climb out, I lose my hold and fall back. Sometimes I only fall a short way and sometimes I fall back to the bottom and lie there dazed for days, weeks or even months. I have been out of the well. I know it is possible. I just have to remember how I did it.