Ditto that!
All winter I've been battling a crushing sense of futility and what Churchill called The Black Dog, a term I don't like because black dogs (and black cats even more so) already suffer a bad rap and the lowest adoption rates at shelters. But it does make a great metaphor! I totally identify with this: when things start looking up that's when the Black Dog started barking the loudest.

Well said:
When my depression hits, my brain feels like it's sleeping under a weighted blanket, and my thoughts are like quicksilver - disappearing almost as fast as they come.

Your photos are fantastic - have you seen @owasco's icy photos? - and your ability to articulate your thoughts is unimpaired by this "Black Dog" crouching like a weighted blanket over your brain.

Thank you for this!