Spring into Mental Health
Spring arrived this week in Southern Ontario. The leaves might not be on the trees yet, but the bulbs are up, the crocuses are blooming, and the 10 day forecast doesn't fill me with one ounce of dread. I am amazed every year by how this change shifts my self image and mental health. Last week, when we had the (hopefully last) snow storm of the winter, I responded by hibernating on the couch with Netfilx. I continually scanned the 10 day forecast, searching for hope that warmth and joy would in fact come, and was continually disappointed as the promised warm temperatures moved further and further into the future. All motivation to be productive on my writing and life tasks dissipated once I couldn't confirm that the warm weather and snow melting would in fact come. And then this past Saturday the weather warmed. While it is logical that spring would eventually bring warmth, my heart couldn't maintain that hope without obvious proof. So when the sun came out on Satur...