Seasonal change

Winter is in the chilly air here in New Jersey. It's dark when we wake up. It's late afternoon when we come home. We need jackets. But not coats, yet. We wear long sleeves and long pants. And socks and closed toe shoes.

The trees are heavy with their green bursting to explode into reds, oranges and yellows. Halloween decorations abound. Kids play soccer on Sunday afternoons in failing sunlight and practice soccer under bright football-field lights on school nights. Candy is on sale!

My Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is held in abeyance by Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors (SSRIs) (so many acronyms in too little time?) prescribed for my general (major) depression. It could be debated, but sadness for the upcoming winter should not start in August. November and in a pinch, even October, sadness is more acceptable.

Still, I continue the therapist search. I have initial, getting-to-know-you-it's-worse-than-a-first-date sessions scheduled. I am coping. Plugging along.

I enjoy my life. I continue on in the now. Still, it's hard. But on I go.