I know there is a season. I know the snow provides nourishment to the ground for a beautiful spring. I’ve even stopped to admire the snow laying lightly upon trees branches.
Seriously though, bitter cold, ice on the roads, heavy clothing, slippery streets and sidewalks. My seasonal depression kicks in and I’m doing all I can to fight it.
Mental Health comes in various degrees. Lol! Degrees…. it’s 1 degree here in Nebraska and it’s supposed to stay that way for a few days.
I’m lucky to have an area in my home that is filled with sunflowers, tree leaves and lighting like the clear night full of stars. Mental Health is 80% meds and 20% all on the person. A psychiatrist told me this once and I put in a 100% for the 20% that is my responsibility but I still loathe winter.
Girl Interrupted 