In the air
Fall is here. I’ve been feeling it for several weeks now. The morning funk has set in – a heavy weight I have to fight to get out of bed in the morning. It’s not the cold, but the dwindling hours of sunlight. I leave the house before the sun pokes over the horizon, and the sun is already on a rapid decline when I drive home.
I drive to work in a sweatshirt now, and the sandals have been put back in the closet where they will collect dust until Spring. My jeans have replaced my shorts, and the long-sleeved shirts are slowly coming out of retirement. My one joy in the morning is a hot cup of chai.
It’s not all bad though – the blankets have returned to the bed, so the cats have, too. They’ve started snuggling on the couch again.
But it’s not enough to combat the overwhelming feeling of dread that comes with fall. This year, after suffering for the last seven years without much relief, I’m going on medication for my winter depression. Let’s hope I start to find more that’s not so bad about fall….
I’m right there with you–when I see my shrink in a couple weeks, I’m gonna say, “time to up the meds or else sign the paperwork for my medical leave of absence….”
Fall is pretty, though, and I do like it. I just wish I lived somewhere further south….