{Insightful Sunday} it's okay to not be okay

I have three words for you: seasonal affective disorder.  Yes, I may have got over thirteen years of suicidal depression, but it seems that I still can't shake the winter blues.  My sleep cycle is completely off balance, the sun seems to only shine for a few short hours each day and I feel as though the evening's darkness is ever present.

I don't want to wish my days away, but I miss the summer.  I miss the heat.  Some days, I feel as though I'm losing the plot entirely.  There are only so many films, so many books, so many chocolate bars, before I crave something new, something fresh.  I'm drowning and winter has only just begun.  I don't think I'll make it to March without a sunbed or a vacation!

I might be a beaming light of positivity during the summer, filled with excitement, bursting with enthusiasm and bubbling with ideas, but right now, in the midst of winter, I am Scrooge incarnate.  I wanna be grumpy and hide under the covers, moping and moaning at how awful this season is.  I'm sorry guys, but sometimes, I just can't be the happy, hopeful person I'd like to be.  Sometimes I'm not okay and sometimes, it's okay not to be okay.

Just as the seasons change, so do our habits and our moods and just as we can be bouncing off the walls with energy one minute, we may have to accept that we're going to be abysmally lethargic and perhaps a little withdrawn the next.  We don't do ourselves any favours by beating ourselves up over it.  Sometimes we just need to accept our limitations and embrace the quietude.

So no, I'm not okay, no, I'm not high on happiness and no, that's probably not about to change anytime soon, but you know what, I'm okay, with not being okay.  At least for now.

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So, I've been back home for three whole weeks, which seems like madness!  Why does time insist on going by so quickly!?  In truth though, some days I wish I'd stayed away.  Since I moved here in May, every month has shown me a different side to the city.  There have been great highs and spectacular lows.  Currently, we're in one of the lows and I'm trying to hold on to the scraps of positivity I manage to stumble across.

Berlin is currently in Christmas overload - Alexanderplatz is heaving with shoppers, there's a Christmas market or three in every neighbourhood and I can't go into any store in the vicinity, without there being a Christmas song playing.  It's making me feel like the Grinch.  I am just completely numb to the festivities.  No cheer resides in me whatsoever.  I tried to find some, I really did, I made the effort to go to a few of the markets recently with a friend, but alas, it was all in vain, as not even the carolers were able to revive my worn out soul.

There's so much going on in the city right now and yet, I feel no inclination to participate.  It would seem that I'm in a gloomy winter hole of my own creation.  If I'm honest though, I think a lot of my sadness has to do with my feelings of isolation.  My closest friends are all a country away and the people who I thought were my friends here in Berlin, have not exactly shown themselves to be great allies, essentially leaving me to wile away my days in great solitude.

I didn't mind my solitary state in the summer months, when the days were long and heated and I spent my time reading and eating pastries in the park, stretching out at yoga and cycling through the streets exploring.  Now though, I am filled with emptiness, that is tinged with hints of despair, constantly questioning as to whether or not I'd be better somewhere else, somewhere warm, but I know that's not the answer.

Oh winter, you are so expected and your effect on me is always the same and yet, it never seems to get any easier and I am never any better prepared!  Am I the only one feeling this blue?

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It was just time to let go

Analysing my face in the mirror today, as I applied my makeup, I realised just how staggeringly little my face appears to have aged in the past ten years.  I'm nearly thirty and people are still presuming I'm about twenty and asking if I'm here in Berlin studying.  I guess I should be thankful and I am, to a certain extent, although, admittedly, at times, it can be a little frustrating, especially when people seem intent on treating me like a child.

Regardless of my gratitude, I'm more amazed than anything, that I have managed to keep this childlike demeanor for so long, I mean, I haven't always been the clean living, T-total, vegan, yogi hipster I am today!  Heck no!  Back in the day, I was a binge drinking, drug abusing, carnivorous social smoker, whose only exercise was the short walk to the supermarket next to work, where I used to brazenly steal bars of chocolate.  Yes guys, I have a past, a dark one.

That's the thing though, it is my past and I've changed and evolved.  I've let go of a lot and I'm not just talking about the physical things, like my house, or my possessions, I'm also talking about bad habits, out-dated beliefs and a whole lot of self-worth issues.  As cliched as it may sound, I genuinely did find my inner happiness over the course of my traveling, but sometimes, when you find the meaning to your own life, through this very fluid and nomadic state, it can be hard to keep it all in check, when things change and you find yourself stationary.

When it's just me, a suitcase and the open road, I can totally embrace it.  I let go and I'm happy, but the minute I put down my anchor, I just seem to pile on the expectations.  Needing an apartment, needing things, needing structure and routine, you name it, the list goes on and on.  That's when I have to ask myself, how, after everything, after living without these things for so long and knowing full well that I can be gloriously happy without them, do I still allow myself to be so weighed down by my longing for them?

When you learn to let go of everything, including your expectations, your attachment to the eventual outcome, the desire to know all the answers and just give way to the here and now, the great unknown, the natural fluidity of all life, things do just happen, they do just flow and fall gently into place.  Annoyingly, I know this better than anyone and just as annoyingly, I seem to find myself forgetting all the God damn time!  Over and over again, I bundle up into a ball of self-pity, worry and tears, concerned with the what ifs and holding on too tightly to all the things I think I need.

One of my favourite astrologers (beside mère), Kaypacha, recently said, "pain comes when there is a build up of energy, when we are overly focused on something, or overly attached to something, or afraid to let go of something.  It's like we dam the river and the pressure builds up.  You always have what you need and if something goes away, it's because you don't need it anymore and you may not understand it and it may hurt at the time and it may take time for those emotional cords, that are cut or broken, to heal but ultimately, that's when you need faith."

I think he's got a point.  So okay, everything is still very much up in the air at the moment and no, I still don't have my apartment, Mr Pig is still living it up back in England with mère and G and things with the Rabbi are still 'undefined', but for now, I guess I do have everything I need and maybe, just maybe, I need to let go and embrace that and trust that when the time is right, everything will fall into place, just as it's meant to.

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