My blog posting spikes in September, every year. I also go into a mixed bipolar state. It's like being a violent fairy.
I do not want to get dumped because I am bipolar. Is Catfish going to dump me? I'm scared.
I've got to figure out how to short circuit this mood -- or at least how to avoid it next year. If I escape south in September, can this please not happen?
Or if I hoard nuts like the squirrels on my balcony, will I be able to relax?
Is this about scarcity and long nights?
I love fall. But it's not fall yet. Things are still green but there's less light to keep them alive. When everything is dead on the ground, I'll go march in the woods along the river in worship. Right now I am panicked that the sun is slipping away.