I still have the blues, lowkey, wondering when Spring will come. No time to write, no feeling of accomplishment, nothing but dessert. I’m okay, I will survive but without birdsong in my head. I am short of words, short of energy, short of joy.

I still have the blues, lowkey, wondering when Spring will come. No time to write, no feeling of accomplishment, nothing but dessert. I’m okay, I will survive but without birdsong in my head. I am short of words, short of energy, short of joy.

As someone who has a chronic illness, winter weather is merciless with me. I have been making some important steps to alleviate the symptoms, which is still scary for me as I want to reinforce positive habits.
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