"As the days grow shorter and the nights longer, I find myself, like so many of us, spending more time than necessary peering at my phone. There's a woman I follow on TikTok with round, kelly-green wire-rimmed glasses and a delightful Scottish accent. She calls herself @thatglasgowwitch. I like her because she speaks truth, teaches simple mindfulness and manifestation practices, and just seems like a cool broad. I like to think we'd be friends if our paths ever crossed in person."
"Recently, she shared her belief that the depth of winter is not a time to make New Year's resolutions. It's a time for planting seeds, not for the garden, but for the self. I thought of her and her message after my first therapy visit in more than a year, as the birch and cottonwood leaves blanketed the ground outside my door in Anchorage. Snow dusted the Chugach Mountains, and we were headed toward winter."
"I've been experiencing health issues that mirror my mom's when she was my age. Debilitating fatigue, inflammation in my joints and maddening brain fog that have caused me to question my career, my ability to take on positions and missions I would love to devote my energy toward. But my body said otherwise. My body said rest. Take care. Mom was roughly my age when doctors told her to retire."
I follow a TikTok creator, @thatglasgowwitch, who recommends planting inner seeds during winter instead of making New Year's resolutions. I connected with that idea after a therapy session in Anchorage as leaves blanketed the ground and snow dusted the Chugach Mountains. I have experienced debilitating fatigue, joint inflammation and maddening brain fog mirroring my mother's earlier health decline. After pushing through for two years, I paused my 8-to-5, listened to my body and made a therapy appointment. I requested sensory-motor psychotherapy; the therapist Claire used calming music and asked me to imagine what life would feel like if I were healthy.
Read at High Country News
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