I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder or SAD. It sucks.
I live in a part of Australia that is well known for it's brutal winters complete with short days and bleak weather. Not helpful. By June I'm normally struggling to get through the days and finding exhaustion playing a big part in my coping skills. Last year I also had a few panic attacks thrown in for shits and giggles, I'm grateful that it hasn't gotten to that this year and hope it stays that way. Homesickness is inevitable. I'll start to pine for Queensland and my family. PMS makes it worse.
I had a moment this week where I was feeling anxious about my online life. Suddenly there were too many people, too many items unread, too many tweets unanswered and so much unwritten etiquette I was failing at. I pulled Willow out of the ballet concert because I found looking at the lists of things needed to be done and rehearsals to attend completely overwhelmed me.
But yesterday was the winter solstice. Which means the days are going to get longer again. And my brand new niece slipped into the world, born in her caul. And, while it made the homesickness so much worse, I can't help but smile.