I had a black dog. His name was Depression.
Whenever the black dog made an appearance, I felt empty and life just seemed to slow down.
每当这条黑狗出现时，我就感到空虚，生活似乎也慢了下来。
He could surprise me with the visit for no reason or occasion.
The black dog made me look and feel older than my years.
When the rest of the world seemed to be enjoying life, I could only see it through the black dog.
Activities that usually brought me pleasure suddenly ceased to.
He liked to ruin my appetite. He chewed up my memory and my ability to concentrate.
它喜欢让我失去食欲，它蚕食掉我的记忆力和集中精力的能力。
Doing anything or going anywhere with black dog required superhuman strength.
拖着这条黑狗，无论去哪里或者做什么，都需要超人的力量。
At social occasions, he would sniff out what confidence I had and chase it away.
My biggest fear was being found out; I worried that people might judge me.
Because of the shame and stigma of the black dog, I was constantly worried about being found out.
So I invested a vast amount of energy to covering him up.
Keeping up an emotional life is exhausting!
Black dog could make me think or say negative things.
He could make me irritable and difficult to be around.
He would take my love and bury my intimacy.
He loved nothing more than to wake me with highly repetitive negative thinking.
它最爱在半夜把我唤醒，心中只有那些一直重复的消极念头。
He also liked to remind me how exhausted I was going to be the next day.
Having a black dog in your life is not so much about feeling a bit down, sad or blue.
生活中有一条黑狗，不仅仅是感到一点低落、悲伤或者忧郁。
At its worst, it is about being devoid of feeling altogether.
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