The one where I make time for what I love
It has, for me, been a gloomy start to 2022. I grew cocky with my management of the usual SAD dramas. I had no symptoms in October and November, a sprinkling in December which were managed by festive feasting and indulgence and then BAM! The full throttle of every symptom known to us elite group of winter sufferers descended upon me, in January. After dispatching with an especially aggressive New Year’s Eve hangover, I was left feeling that it did not matter how much sleep I could muster, I would never wake up feeling refreshed. Never again. The thing about feeling under parr is that everything begins to pile up on over your head and the jobs that you used to complete in a minute, when you were feeling energetic, become difficult and time-consuming tasks. It doesn’t help that there has been a distinct lack of winter sun, and that the skies have been low and grey, as if doing their best to mirror my mood. It hasn’t helped that I am low in haemoglobin and iron. Only slightly anaemi