My throat aches as though I swallowed something much too big.
My stomach feels like the too big something has lodged there heavy, unmoving, weighted.
Tears sting, unbidden, behind my eyelids




for no reason that anyone can see. Not even me.
Some people see the glass as half empty, some see the glass as half full...I just want to know who the HELL drank my wine!
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You're not supposed to get SAD until at least November. Maybe you need one of those special ultraviolet lights?
This doesn't sound good. I hope you come out of it soon.
I'll be thinking of you today, and sending you warm thoughts.
Sending good thoughts your way and hoping for much better days ahead.
Change of seasons can bring that on and while the weather is beautiful and all seems right with the world, the shift of the seasons can seem like a time of endings. You have major changes on the horizon,(and the current state of the country isn't helping) and whether you are consciously thinking of them or not, they are in your mind and heart. Don't worry, this funk will also change and the changes ahead for you will all become the new normal and it is all okay. Do something nice for yourself today. You deserve to treat yourself kindly. (I'll treat you to a free yoga class) Call me if you need anything or if you want to try some yoga.
When I feel SAD, I tend to boycott the news for 24 hours. That reduces SAD by a reasonable percentage. Similar to poking one's head into the sand like an overwhelmed ostrich for a day. Hang in there.
I get it.
Hugs.
Spring is only six months away...
Those are some great photos, though. season changes can be tough, perhaps why they come with so much beauty.
Sometimes fall brings that out in me. And for some reason, Sunday nights. I usually just wallow it in it for a while and then try to snap myself out of it.
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