At low ebb (-)
Yesterday was the shortest day of the year, last night the longest night. It's not quite the point where my powers are weakest - that comes in February - but it's still a definite low-water point for me and my energy.
Things are getting better, but they're getting better very _slowly_. There's a lag time before my melatonin levels start to fall and the seasonal affective disorder begins to dissipate. And in the mean time, everything is just slowly getting harder.
Harder to keep anxiety levels down. Harder to keep my spirits up. Harder not to dwell on old dreams and pains.
I'm trying. But there's a long haul still.
At low ebb (-)
@Soreth *delivers pets*
