It’s survival time here in England. The days of darkness are NOW. Every day, as the minutes click down in our quota of daylight until we reach solstice, I spend each day trying not to lose my mind. Pretty much. I don’t want to exaggerate or anything. I will simply assure you, with one hundred percent accuracy, that any day you see me standing upright and able to communicate in anything close to sensible speech is a day in which I have already conquered my demons and barely — barely — won through to survive one more day.
Every. Single. Day.
I spent some time last year thinking about ways to survive these black days. I followed my own advice last year, and didn’t completely lose it until about December 20th. This year I’ve been following more of the same, although I think it’s safe to say I’ve kicked up the exercise (including lots of outdoor muddy running) and had a bigger focus on food for (mental) health. Still. Even sitting in front of my fire, mince pie (gluten and dairy free!), coffee, and vitamin c orange ready, snuggly blanket and cheerful laptop by my side … it’s rough. It is ROUGH.
Death has been my companion for too much of this year. I’m cold way down deep in my bones. Thirty two days to solstice. Let’s just keep holding on.