My Seasons

As a woman that has battled depression myself, I literally felt the waves of emotions that you expressed!

Cicely*Emerald

Seasons come and go, but we are always IN a season. It is always summer, winter, spring or fall. They change, but there we are. Standing in the middle of one of the seasons. That’s how my depression is. It changes. It comes and goes, but I am always in some form of depression. I have sunrises…and sunsets. Some people call those, “ups and downs”. Everyone around me has to adjust to my weather. My spring and fall are my better times. Winter and summer can be a bitch.

Winter. My hair is dirty. I can smell it but I just can’t manage to wash it. The shower is calling me, but the water somehow hurts me. It’s hard to admit that in “winter” I can go days without so much as washing my face. My body is frozen. Sleep is a must. My brain hibernates. Sleep for hours…days…zombie like…

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