The Winter Dark Blue

If you like me, you dread the arrival of the fall, the darknest, the lack of sun and warmt, the shorter days, the wind, the rain and the feeling that you are going into hibernation, your whole body wanting to shut down from the world.

The motivation eludes you and you have a hard time adjusting to it.

For me, it’s feels like heaviness! Maybe it’s because I enjoy the summer so much, with all it’s possibilities and sense of freedom.

This time last year was perticulary tough, for all of us. Most of our countries government sent us in the hardest winter most of us will have gone through in our life time. 

As I am going into this fall and winter, I feel an extra heaviness. Perhaps it’s related to the residus effects of the pandemic, of all we had to endure since last fall, even though the mesures have relaxed quite a bit. I feel the world is tired and it holding on for dear life, that this winter will not be the same as the previous one.

I’ve been thinking the last few days, that I have to find a way not to get caugh in the darknest and the cold, and to get out of my own head. I have to find the light somehow, to give me the energy I need and to fuel my soul. 

It’s easy to get down and stay down, it’s a gift to be able to recognized when you are feeling low. 

Novembre is the hardest month for mental health, and after what we’ve been through as community, I think we are all a little more at risk of feeling blue.

Make sure you stay aware of yourself, of your energies and pick up a book, play a game of card with a loved one, learn a new recipe, play that guitar. Fuel your soul with things you love, fill your heart ith pretty things. It is dark out there but the magic is still present, you just have to look a little harder for it. 

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