Or maybe it is. It's no secret that January is my least favorite month of the year. I am sure I have SAD some years, which sometimes makes me sad, so I combat the short, cold days with seed catalogs, vacation planning and baking.
I know. You probably think fresh air and exercise would be better, right?
Anyway, I wrote these stories about mental illness in children ages ago. I am reasonably well informed and I had no idea how difficult it is for kids to get pediatric psychiatric treatment. What I did know is that kids -- especially middle school aged kids -- have a tendency to chew up and spit out anyone who is different. Imagine how hard it would be to be 12 and dealing with the jocks and the princesses, while trying to figure out what's going on in your own head. (Judd Nelson would have wailed on these kids.)
If you know a child who is dealing with this, you can give them hope with this book, written by a local mom. It is self-published, so you will need to find it on Amazon. Don't let the self-publishing stop you on this one. It's well done and beautifully illustrated.
I will try to post something happier later today. Baked goods, perhaps.