Buona sera all my peanut butter cups!! There’s that familiar nip(ple) in the air that brings such beautiful memories of warm coffee with fuzzy socks on and a new morning’s frost...ONLY this season brings more than just T.J.Maxx fleece blankets. Say a heartfelt welcome to ~seasonal depression~ or as I like to call it - advanced sadness 🙂.

Ahhh yes, the days are shorter and the darkness isn’t just outside anymore! Honestly though, the days never feel as long as they do during this time...here we go about to get in the feels - and a 5, 6, 7, 8 - UGH seasonal depression is hard for me to even explain. Everyone and their mother claims to have seasonal depression, so why are you special right? WRONG. I can’t stand this mentality. NO ONE ELSE’S FEELINGS TAKE AWAY FROM YOUR OWN. This isn’t some competition to see who can explain how they’re the most depressed. BUT at the same time, please refrain from throwing the saying around like a bad joke because the sad reality is, for some of us, it actually is a bad joke. Like ok Sarah, we all felt down because it was raining on Tuesday, but stop telling me that you “get it” when I say that I can’t get out of bed to get more water even when my lips are cracking open because the weight of my own thoughts are holding me down! WOAH. Got a little HEAVAY.

Yeah, the bad moments suck, I’m not even above them. (I desperately need to take a shower...if that puts it into perspective.) But guys - the main thing to remember is you’re not alone. We all know a “Sarah” (no shade to any Sarah’s I know I swear) that claim to “get it.” Even though she doesn’t (lol) use the people that are trying to support you and let them. Push yourself extra hard this time of year. Don’t let the sadness compile because moving a hill is easier than moving a mountain - same goes for the mental obstacles.

So go shit, shower, and shave...maybe throw on something ~tantalizing~ for the grocery store and make an extra strong hot toddy. You know you can always gab with me about the issues because I’ll make you feel somewhat normal *crazy laughs to self*...SO LADIES AND GENTS, slap a wreath on my ass and call me Saint Nick; I am ready for the holidays!!!

P.S. a quick big thank you to everyone who’s been reaching out on social media and texts...goes to show what a positive impact this blog is making and it WARMS MY BIG FAT HEART!!!

P.P.S. “I was only able to start changing my life when I realized my depression was not a malfunction. It’s a signal. Your depression is a signal. It’s telling you something.” - Johann Hari