It’s that time of the year again. The weather is getting colder, the days are getting shorter and alfresco dining is officially over for the year. Instead, we’re preparing for dark commutes to and from work and replacing our summer dresses with layers of knitwear (though we’re not too mad about the latter). But worst of all, it’s the peak season for Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD).
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.