Winter

Winter always turn to spring. It’s the best life-saving sage advice I received from my mentors.

In 2005, I lost my brother when he was in his prime. He was an excellent writer and had told me many of his life plans. We even bought an apartment together so I could stay with him when I returned from London. But we never got to live in it.

“He died in July, during the best month of the best season of the year. After that, the sunshine and warm weather created depression in me.”

He died in July, during the best month of the best season of the year. After that, the sunshine and warm weather created depression in me. It’s the kind of cloud that no summer festivals and beautiful lovers could fix.

While functioning excellently as a designer, I reverted into myself. But I didn’t plunge into despair. I sought NHS counsellor’s help to manage my grief, and I surrounded myself with good people who supported me with wisdom.

In my winter era, I found solace in photography, cycling and walking in the cold. My knuckles would crack and bleed from dryness, so I found small happiness in cheap fingerless gloves while pressing the shutter button.

Eventually, I conquered the dark, gloomy weather. Winter became one of the happiest seasons for me. I don’t have to wait for sunshine to thrive. 

“Eventually, I conquered the dark, gloomy weather. Winter became one of the happiest seasons for me. I don’t have to wait for sunshine to thrive.”