It's returning.

I grew up in, and will move back to, a place where there were no true seasons. Living in a seasonal place with SAD means that whenever it's winter, I feel like the dark, the cold, and the painful, biting winds will last forever. 

But it doesn't. The sun comes back. It always does. 





From The Sad Ghost Club (not my art or images).

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