I hate autumn -- that is until now. Autumn was the dreaded finale to glorious summer days and a preview to the long months of winter. It was as if I skipped the season altogether and was already in the depths of winter.
As a child, autumn ended my freedom and heralded the start of change. It also summoned yet another birthday. I dreaded autumn more as each year rolled by and my depression levels worsened.
Whenever friends waxed lyrical about colder nights, sweaters and hot chocolate, I felt like a party pooper wanting to go home early!
This year of all years with all the changes that... Continue Reading








