Day one

I've struggled with depression and anxiety as long as I can remember. It takes me a year or two to get over an episode only to have the 'black dog' sneak up behind me to bite me on the bum every 7 years or so. I've decided to keep a diary of how it feels to be depressed, anxious and to have paralysing panic attacks......in the hope that I can look back one day and realise that no, these strange symptoms are not indicators of my impending death....and also in the hope that others may recognise themselves and become well.