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This was my Christmas tree but I find it cheery so it still has the lights on it.
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Anxiously awaiting spring…warmer temps….lighter mood for me.
Every winter I say It’s not going to happen, but it does. January,
twenty years ago I was in Rehab at the Meadows in Wickenburg, AZ,
for agoraphobia, workaholic, and PTSD.
It seems a lifetime ago.
I graduated on February 28 and came home to a blizzard
and deep freeze….the same weather I’d left in six weeks before.
Life goes on. I came back changed….except every January the doldrums
still hit, just like they always have before I went to Arizona.
My father died three weeks after I got back to Maine leaving lots of
unanswered questions.
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My mood will still lighten by the end of March. Something about the
passing of time, the angle of the sun and more hours of daylight.
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Winter Doldrums//February slowly becomes March
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ps…so, the above was written, and I thought about it: it is what it is.
I gathered Bianca, my favorite wool LLBean lap robe from my son, turned
the sound off on the television, turned the (SAD) light off beside my chair, then Bianca and I snuggled under the lap robe, covering our heads at times (I could keep track of the women’s figure skating by peaking out at the tv)
and by the tiny lights on the schefflera tree, we relaxed.
I listened to her purr and snore til after an hour, she suddenly remembered
something she had to do… go look out the living room window☺
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Winter Doldrums//February slowly becomes March
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