This morning, I pulled on my tights to head to the office. Booties slipped on my feet and jacket over my shoulders before I walked out the door. That means one thing… it’s officially fall.
I hate fall. There, I said it. I get it if we can no longer be friends. I don’t like Pumpkin Spice Lattes either. I know, there is something wrong with me. Pencil bouquets, the smell of new backpacks, Halloween candy at every turn — It’s not my jam. If forced to name something, I love apple picking & squash. Boots, sweaters, football games, and crisp weather are all okay, but not things that I yearn for.
Fall makes me anxious… anticipating shorter days. The night that comes so quickly. The leaves withering and falling to the ground. The crunch they make under your feet reminding you of the crunch of snow when it is less than 10 degrees that is to come. It is the season I worry that my depression will come back, even if it is an irrational fear. I have no symptoms, just an unsettled feeling.
Darkness is suffocating to me. We have timers on lights in our house so the automatically come on as the sun goes down. I hate walking into our house when it is completely dark. Somehow it can’t be a sanctuary when it is pitch black. I need the warm glow of even one soft white light bulb, like a lighthouse reminding me that love lives there even when we aren’t home.
Because I can’t change the darkness, I will find joy in other things this season: our annual family apple picking trip where everybody is required to wear red; trick or treat where we come back to my best friend’s stew and homemade bread that reminds me of my mother; and my children spending hours jumping in leaves. But for now, I’m going to grieve for the daylight that will soon be gone when I go home from work.
Another thing we have in common. I go for my walks, and the trees taunt me, dropping their leaves on my shoulders as I pass. Not so subtly reminding me, of the march of time. (happy to have you in the blogosphere. WELCOME!)
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I love having things in common with you. It’s like having a little part of awesome! Thank you for the warm welcome.
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I don’t like pumpkin spice lattes either. I thought I was the only one. You and I? We can definitely be friends. (Welcome to the blogosphere.)
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Can’t wait to grow a friendship! I loved your post “The Heavy Bag.” Often I need the reminder that my load will lighten. Thank you!
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I don’t hate Fall, but I get why you do. Welcome to blogging!
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Thanks for the welcome! Someday I hope to enjoy this season more.
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I can relate. The last time it was fall, I was brought to my knees by PPD/PPA. I’m so scared of darker evenings and winter. I just might have to consider timing on my lights too.
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I can relate. The last time it was fall I was brought to my knees by PPD/PPA. I need summer to stick around a bit longer. Welcome! Blogging is truly amazing!
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You inspire me, Becky. So much progress since we met just a few months ago. If it weren’t for you and the Climb Out, I wouldn’t be in the blogosphere. Thank you!
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Just found your blog and I love what you wrote here. I’m a fan of fall just because I live in a tropical country that is all. Definitely not loving the cold that comes after it and the shorter day 🙂
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I dream of living in tropical countries. The short days are really hard for me. The sun was down by 7:00 p.m. today.
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I love pumpkin spice things and scarves and apples…but even as I enjoy that, I get panicky that fall is going by too fast and it will be winter and darkness and my holiday-induced anxiety and panic attacks. XO to you too!
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Twinkle lights calm me down. For real. & I do love scarves. Thanks for coming to visit me here.
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Beautiful, just like you 🙂 Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
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Sing it sister. September brings crisp air, crunchy leaves and cozy clothing but is also the start of a shadow of anxiety that creeps in and grows for me as winter nears. Cherish what we can about these days and try to let go of what we know we can’t change.
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Now that is beautiful, Tynsk. Thanks for coming to visit here.
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