I was a 26 year old intern at a Christian counseling agency, nervously awaiting the arrival of my first client. My head was swarming with questions. Was I ready? Would I know what to say? Would he like me? And most importantly, would I throw up? (I was newly pregnant)
Yesterday officially marked the shortest day of the year. Whew. As someone who's prone to anxiety and depression, the lack of daylight is brutal. My moods have hit the tank lately. Though not fully suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), I definitely feel the impact of this season. Each year, though the sleigh bells ring and the … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season to Be… Depressed?