
10 BEST BOOKS FOR COPING WITH SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER IN DARK WINTER MONTHS
I want to tell you about the winter I stopped recognizing myself. Not in a dramatic way. In the small, slow way where you look in the mirror one February.

I want to tell you about the winter I stopped recognizing myself. Not in a dramatic way. In the small, slow way where you look in the mirror one February.

There's a day in October — usually the second or third week, sometimes later if we're lucky — when Portland stops pretending it's still summer and just gives.