In the past, these transitions were challenging. As the seasons changed, I could feel myself becoming restless, uneasy, and sometimes paranoid. Racing thoughts would take over, making it nearly impossible for my mind to rest. I remember moments, like during an aerobics class, when I was convinced people were talking about me—even though they weren’t. In those times, I knew I needed help, whether it was through professional support, counseling, or even a short hospital stay to quiet my mind and regain focus.
Now, with years of counseling, medication management, and practice in developing coping skills for my bipolar, I’ve learned to navigate these shifts more effectively. I no longer fear the changes; instead, I’ve come to appreciate each season for what it offers.
I used to dread the full moon, but now I marvel at its beauty and brightness. While I miss my summer walks and the vibrant energy of warmer days, I’ve found solace in winter’s stillness. There’s a calming force in its quiet, a beauty in its own way. The seasons may change, but I’ve learned to adapt and find balance through it all.
