In a moment of life, sweat running down my face Bad case of shyness, silencing ones tongue from race No sleep at nighttime, just seeing the sun rise My senses all failing and my mind freezing over A look in the mirror I didn’t recognise Then it appeared as an hallucination I heard her call for me I had to slap myself over and over This could just be a dream or this might just be heaven Then it occurred to me, that I was on strong medication The images and voices I heard that day Were just from my imagination
Understand the Black Dog Illness Not our choice (Not our choice) Not our choice Heaps of people with the Black Dog Illness It doesn’t discriminate (It doesn’t discriminate) It might just be lying in wait
Your mind is racing quickly, then goes into a frozen zone You’ll have struggles daily, yearly, maybe to your gravestone How you control yourself in the moment of the bark Some handle it well, some can’t handle it at all
So phone a friend if needed Say hello, was the answer what you’d expect? They said, “How are you coping and sorry I left you, I shouldn’t disconnect? And still those friends don’t call me, any day of the week Sit by the phone, morning, afternoon and at night Just to hear them speak
Understand the Black Dog Illness Not our choice (Not our choice) Not our choice Society needs to talk to about the Black Dog Illness So no one’s alone (So no one’s alone) It might be you one day, ok
Moments of frustration Retirement not an option Some say, "You aren’t really sick, just your minds full of toxin” And in the family circle They gathered for an intervention Some still don’t get what it controls And they think it’s my own invention
Last thing I want to address Is the way family and friends that you adore Just think it’s easy going back to the way I was before "Time will heal," said the bible man "We are promised our own path You can work it out, in your own time But you have to believe!"
For all those with anxiety and/or Depression and especially to their “so-called” family and fiends.