Repeat until it sinks in

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It's that time of the year...

when weather changes, christmas is around the corner, work piles up, i can't make time for social life and i spiral into a black hole. Every year, the same story. Around this time I stop being ok... I want to cry more ofetn than i don't, i hate my body and no clothes fit me, i want to eat my bodyweight in chocolate and i feel slightly angry with everything. I always recognise it early - the black dog. Stillt it creeps in and I am powerless to it. It starts with the blue mood, then the annoying knot on the throat like a swallowed cry, the feeling of loneliness, an urge to scream but a mute voice... and I am not OK. Again.