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How I'm Taming the Black Dog of My Bipolar Depression

My depression is an old black dog with a gray muzzle, red-rimmed eyes and wet fur. He shows up at my doorstep a few times a year, comes inside, and lies down at my feet — or on them.

He follows me everywhere. Though he is usually quiet, he demands food and water. He eats my motivation, creativity and empathy.

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