December
December feels like faries fluttering inside my chest. The entire month is glows, and it’s quiet. This is comforting.
I graduated college after a severe traumatic brain injury.
By Gentle Witch
Graduated college with a double major
Former federal government employee
December feels like faries fluttering inside my chest. The entire month is glows, and it’s quiet. This is comforting.
November is my favorite because it invites reflection, not regret. Gratitude is good for mental health, too.
August is my favorite because of its golden light. It is the kind that makes everything it touches feel important.
June fulfills this gentle promise that life can feel warm again.
May is my favorite because the warm weather inspires my hope grows faster than the flowers at that time.
March reminds me that nothing stays frozen forever, not even my heart.
February is my favorite because it feels like a pause. It feels like a moment to notice tiny joys.
I love January because it’s quiet enough for me to hear myself think.
December is my favorite because it’s nostalgic in a way that doesn’t hurt. It feels like gathering every version of myself into one room.
November gives me permission to slow down. It feels like deep breaths and warm rooms.