Because I can’t find words to express my own December depression, I bring you this beautifully written piece.
Oh hey, guess what? It’s December and I can’t stop crying. If you’ve been around a while you have likely already guessed it. I hate the weird lull between Thanksgiving and Christmas when you hemorrhage money and you wonder what it is all really for and you wish you could just climb into bed with the people that you love and knit hats and wear sweatpants and eat pizza and watch movies on repeat. Oh? That’s just me?
But when I am not moping I am hanging Christmas lights and loving my people. That’s the real pisser about the Winter Time Blues. It’s broken up by a lot of really great moments. This year’s funk is extra special. Because the only thing that makes me sad and scared and completely anxious more than cold weather is good, good news.
When MQD and I got engaged I was elated…
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