This is the truth I never thought I’d tell.
I offer it to you as inspiration and encouragement to reclaim your health.
A winter child born with a propensity for Seasonal Affective Disorder, I used to DREAD this time of year. The 30-day window between Solstice and my birthday has been fraught with challenges.
Lest you think it can’t be that bad, here’s a sampling:
My grandfather’s suicide right before Christmas. The death of my only true childhood friend on my 12th birthday. Severe postpartum depression. Repeated bouts of suicidal ideation. Biochemical storms and precious little outer light in my favored northwestern climes left me exhausted before the season began.
This time was known only as THE GAUNTLET.