The tops of my feet are brown for the first time in seven Summers.

Depending on where you live in the world, this may not even make sense, but for the first time in seven Summers, the tops of my feet are brown (I live in Aust… it’s Summer) and I’m nervously hopeful.

For those struggling with depression over this year-end period, my thoughts are with you.

I truly hope something changes for you soon.

But for now I hope that you can find the strength to spend a few weeks focused on the next step only, and not the whole staircase - whatever your ‘staircase’ is.

If you’re cursed with lingering anhedonia (by far the most brutal symptom for me) - this time of year can be especially challenging. But trust this feeling can lift and you can create a new normal.

I’m not saying it definitely will… no false hope and promises here. Just that it CAN lift and change.

There have been times in the last seven years I just needed to know that was a possibility, and a few times I lost sight of it completely.

But from one odd Aussie who’s been in some dark places, I’m just saying the tops of my feet are tanned again for the first time in seven year’s and that is proof anhedonia can lift.