Snow.

I love snow. Really. I know a lot of people really hate this time of year because it gets cold and snowy, but I think it's really beautiful. Everything is crisp and clean looking.

There is something about it, though, that I don't like. I'm trapped in my own apartment. There is just so much of the white stuff on the ground that going out into it is a chore. Unless there is something I absolutely have to do, it generally isn't worth bundling up and going outside.

This creates a problem.

For anyone who has mental illness, you will probably agree with me that this time of year can be hard for a person's symptoms. Less sunlight and all. Isolation and lack of outdoor exercise only exacerbates the issues. This is where I am right now. I am feeling irritated by everything. The way I feel when I'm sitting, the way I feel when I'm laying down, the lack of places I can move to in the apartment, how much my dog wants to play (especially because there are few places for her to go as well). I can feel all of it closing in on me and, unless springtime magically falls from the sky tomorrow and melts the bridge-less moat that is wintertime, it is probably only going to continue this way for the next few months.