Winter in Spokane is always long.
But when you add an extra week off from school for the kids because of record snowfall and the post-Africa thought processes I've been tackling, I'm struggling a bit this January.
My walks are helping. Getting out every day, regardless of temperature or precipitation has been so good for my psyche. Amazing what a little exercise can do for my heart. And how much I crave my walk each day, even after only being at it for a few weeks.
But honestly, I find myself fighting depression.
It's been years since I've faced this.
I don't know exactly what pushed it my way at this point...
I think it's more the culmination of different things I'm facing... turning 40 in less than a month, having had to say goodbye to T. again, uncertainty in several areas of my life, dealing with certain pre-teen attitudes that have reared their ugly heads lately... I feel a very real and persistent unease most of the time - and stress.
I think of myself as a fairly laid-back person.
So I don't do stress well.
But it's there.
And so I'm struggling.
Thought maybe writing it out would help.
So here I am.
Keepin' it real.
And writing it out.