I’ve been lacking in ambition and drive in the last few weeks. This is probably normal – it’s grey out – days of endless drizzle, sleet, snow, rain. It’s a tough time of year for me – the anniversary of my mum’s death, Gabe’s death. The end of fall, the start of winter, the lengthening dark.
I try and breathe through it, just like I do every year. Tell myself that it happens every year, that it will be ok.
I look out the window, hoping for sunshine.