The whole week has been about uncovering, finding the light. Once again Winter has been weighing heavy. How many times have I felt this time of year accompanies dark passages of life. Hope is fleeting because I am once again managing me and my depressive reaction to less sun and my son in his struggles. It’s scary to see him Retreat into the room and want to make a nest. I know that feeling so well.
I was once told by a doctor that the way to handle Winter was to get out at the morning each day. I walked around a lake so much that it came associated so much with my dark thoughts, I could not go there even in Summer for such frivolities as a picnic. I took my family there a few years back determined to trudge out my demons. I have to do this, go back over old ground. Face down what had overcome me. I have walked round an old school, the place I played as a child and along a beach. My final accounting. That’s from Maisie Dobbs books, which are just enough cosy, just enough psychologically interesting that I enjoy them.
Have not much I can do about long walks right now, stuck at home. I drew two tarot cards from my Literary Witches deck the other day – the noose and Charlotte Gilman Perkins. The yellow wallpaper of my life I the school refusal and same walls I see all the time. Looking for bright spots and I can’t find them well. So instead I stand in the backyard looking at the light in the sky hoping that the week ahead will be brighter. A week off from school for half term and hopefully chance to take those walks even if it is just to the playground.
Twenty years of seasonal depression, you think I’d be used to it by now.
This response is to the stream of consciousness prompt from Quaint Revival and inspired by this post on Keep it Alive.
Your prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “heavy/light/dark.” Use “light” and/or its opposites. Bonus points if you use all three. Enjoy!