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From Surviving to Thriving February

Today I was catching up with a friend when she thoughtfully wished me well during the month of February. Through the years, she has learned how much I loath the winter months. I tend to struggle, particularly, in January and February.  The holidays are over. It is dark all the time. And the weather sucks.

I read somewhere that 2 hours of outdoor time is the new 10,000 steps. That resonated deeply. 

Luckily, this year--the seasonal depression didn't hit me like years past.  Partially because, leading up to the holidays, I was already at war with my mental health. I mean, 2020, who wasn't?

Since having Jackson, things--emotionally--just haven't been the same.  I dealt with some pp anxiety that I ended up seeking help for--and found SO much help and relief.  

But atlas....

Lingering under the surface was something new.  Irritability. Anger. ---And like a wave, during certain parts of my hormonal cycle, that anger would over take me. In 2019, I spoke to my OB and found that the average woman probably doesn't cry as often as I was crying. As we went through the symptoms, we decided I was likely dealing with PMDD. We originally tried some hormone therapy which resulted in some side effects I wasn't fond of. So I ditched the pills and continued to suffer through each month leading into 2020. 

I have spent countless hours researching and reading. I also sought a second opinion for some additional blood work. As I suspected, my issues weren't "all in my head" and were reflected in some hormonal imbalances, high levels of cortisol, and VERY low iron levels. After discussing with a professional and doing a ton of research, I decided to try a variety of natural supplements targeting my bodies specific needs.

Over the past few months, I have felt the suppressing fog of depression and irritability lift. I haven't cried in months, and am gaining control over my temper. 

Today, after my friends comment, I realized just how far I have come.  Not only am I getting traction in these other areas---but the weight of the season is not suppressing me like it once did. 

Regardless, cabin fever does have us dreaming about playing outside and soaking up 2+ hours a day of outdoor time. Thank goodness for play-doh and winter gear.



 

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