Seasonal sadies are here

Unfortunately, I think the seasonal sadies have finally set up camp in my brain.

This winter has been extra, well, wintery. Which is it’s own beauty but I’m at the point of no longer real appreciating it.

I like to think I normally escape the fate of seasonal depressive disorder, but normally it just hits me a bit later in to February or March.

Here we are, beginning of February, waving the white flag. Every day just feels like groundhogs day and a big heavy sigh. I should add, I’ve been working my tail feather off on making sure I’m scheduling activities for me to get me out the house, I’m seeing friends from all my circles, I’m talking to supportive folks in my life, etc.

And it still is just a part of living in the 4th darkest winter state. We miss you sun.

I even tried to bargain with myself that I didn’t need to do my morning pages or the blog anymore. The mind be whack when it’s trying to find dopamine.

I’m trying not to beat myself up for wanting to just sleep a lot. It makes sense. Instead of holding myself rigid to my normal schedule, I asked myself to please just get up early one day this week. I did, that’s today. I do feel good having my personal daily rhythms cared for for the day.

I think it’s time for a mama hotel night away, something to look forward to, as my therapist recommended. Maybe you need that too?

<3