A Word from Helen...

My occasional companion the black dog kept pushing his cold nose under my shirt again tonight. Not the depression black dog, the other one. (Come to think of it, there are three of them. Never mind.)

I was telling Helen the other day about the grinding sense of grief I went through a couple of nights last week. I was going to explain the difference between depression and grief, but she forestalled me.

‘Of course they’re different,’ she said. ‘Depression is lifelessness. Grief has energy.’