Each year, around november, I become depressed.
Just like a bear prepares for winter by fattening up, maybe I can prpeare for winter too. I can't literally fatten my brain, but I can protect myself against negative thoughts with routines and bathing in sunshine.
I'm frequently reminded of the time I spent at the home of my pregnant aunt. To prepare for the tiredness that comes with a baby, we made a new simple organisation system, and we stocked the fridge to the brim. in the autumn, maybe i could do something like that.
things must die in the winter to be revived again afresh in the spring. maybe i should let old parts of my heart die in the winter, too.