Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of Depression

Every time you feel sad and swallow down your tears, you abandon yourself. If somebody hurts you and you pretend that you are fine, you abandon yourself. Every time you don't eat, or fail to feed yourself, you abandon yourself. If you are tired, but refuse to rest, you abandon yourself. If you drink too much and poison yourself with alcohol, you abandon yourself. If you don't ask for what you need from somebody with whom you are intimate, you abandon yourself.

Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don't kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, 'He fought so hard.' And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.

Before I left the flat to meet her, I drank a bottle of wine to give me the courage to say what I knew to be true but that I found hard to admit, even to myself. 'I have a problem with alcohol.'