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the light is dying
again
like it does every year.
but deep down, I never entirely trust that it will ever come back. Despite its yearly habit.
Every sunrise a revelation, and springtime a rescue.
Yesterday I was forlorn, today desolate. I don't think this goes away as the season wears on; I just stop noticing it.
This will be my second winter since I stopped my antidepressants.
Tomorrow the light box and I are going to have a Long Conversation.