Having a bad few days, trying my best to battle through, but it’s so draining and frustrating.
I’m sure my next comparison has already been made by someone much more eloquent than me. And I apologise to those who have never read a Harry Potter book. But it seems that the Dementors who torture the innocent in those well-loved books, bare some resemblance to my depression.
I won’t try to explain much more, instead let me put you in the safe hands of J.K. Rowling:
‘Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope and happiness out of the air around them. Even Muggles* feel their presence, though they can’t see them. Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory, will be sucked out of you…You’ll be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life…’ *non magic people pg. 140, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K Rowling, 1999.
Do you understand what I’m wittering on about? Sounds very similar to that wretched black dog.
However, for those who have read the adventures of Harry, you will know that all is not lost...
‘a Patronus is a kind of Anti-Dementor – a guardian which acts as a shield between you and the Dementor…The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the Dementor feeds upon – hope, happiness, the desire to survive – but it cannot feel despair as real humans can, so the Dementors can’t hurt it…It will only work if you are concentrating, with all your might, on a single, very happy memory.’ pg. 176, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K Rowling, 1999.
So, in conclusion, I need to find myself a wand, a happy thought and conjure up a Patronus.
All magical help gratefully received.
Expecting a visit from Dumbledore any day now.