I was prepared for the winter blues,
(while the world burnt, they said I still had to take care of me
…and I agreed- a sign of healing)
Sun lamp? Ready.
Hot water? Ready.
Cute sweaters? Ironed and out.
But still previous winters spent crying and curled up in bed
Swarmed by thoughts that still haunted me
Came to me still.
Reduced capacity, sure,
But they were there, like the rerun of my favourite show
And all I could say as I waited for the sun to rise, for heat to warm my heart, for that phone to ring with supportive words, for the world to be a little less bleak-
I could say just this, as I reminded myself of just one quote, of a shred of wisdom,
“If winter’s here, can spring be far behind?”
Author’s Note: After five years, I am finally at the end of my therapy journey but winters and illness still affects me a little. So I thought, why not talk about it? Check on your people, folks. And happy holidays. Let’s do our part in making the world better, even if that’s just by taking care of ourselves.
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