I relate so much to this piece from Alexander Lovell, PhD.

For years, I always got sick in February. I told myself, it's Winter, everyone is sick, this is normal. Then I moved to the Southern Hemisphere. It was Summer, and I still found myself sick in February. I finally joined the dots after more than a decade, and realised February was the anniversary of a really painful loss I wasn't acknowledging. Since I made it conscious, I'm still affected by it, but I no longer get sick in February.

Our body remembers, even when our mind turns away.