Oh what a blow that phantom dealt me!
It’s a devastating blow, a soul destroyer, how you’re doing so well with mental health management and at life with good things happening and then out of the shadows that black dog leaps out snarling and angry and bites you in the head and then overnight all the hard work unfurls, just unpicks itself and you are dead inside again, just like that, dead in your tracks.
Bitten by that phantom black dog.
How did that black dog get out again? I’m sure I bolted the gate.
Start over again then. Ffs.