Winston Churchill used to describe how he would be visited by a black dog.
Churchill knew it and named it his “black dog”, following Samuel Johnson (who, like many great men, suffered from the great disease of manic-depression).
Churchill was so paralysed by despair that he spent time in bed, had little energy, few interests, lost his appetite, couldn’t concentrate. He was minimally functional – and this didn’t just happen once or twice in the 1930s, but also in the 1920s and 1910s and earlier. These darker periods would last a few months, and then he’d come out of it and be his normal self.
I am not surprised that you need help from Cici occasionally. Great people share traits in common, and I consider you to be a great person. Just remember that there are many of us who wait for you to return after your travel through the darkness.
I knew about Churchill's illnesses, although not in detail, but I did not know that he had low moods so often. I usually think that people with important duties don't feel bad but it seems that I am mistaken.
The fact that you even included me in the category of wonderful person is something that in itself lifts my mood😍 Knowing that a person is waited is very valuable. Thank you very much for your comment 😊
I don't mean this is an unsavoury or complicated way. Loving a person is very easy. I don't mean falling in love or infatuation. The emotion I am talking about is part of the triumvirate of emotions of love, respect, and trust. Love grows; respect is earned; trust is given.
Love can be visualized as hot kisses or a warm embrace as someone wraps a blanket around your shoulders when you are cold and weary after a long sad day. I've had more than my share of hot kisses, and I hope that after things settle down, you will have your share as well. In the meantime, if you need a blanket, I am here.