When the weather starts getting colder and the leaves start changing, I love it... somedays. It's beautiful and all but for some reason I get really bad anxiety attacks. I don't know if it's because I moved here during a very stressful time in my life around this time of year or what but some days are great and some days it seems like I can't pick myself up no matter how hard I try. I thought I would get better over time or by living alone. Turns out living alone hasn't helped me get over these bad days but rather accept them and love myself anyways. It's a part of me and rather then trying to shove it down, I've learned to accept them as they come and observe what happens next. I can now tell myself that it's not a bad life or situation, it's a bad moment in your head and tomorrow will be better. When I get down or upset, maybe I just need a good cry to let whatever has been bottling down out. Hug a pillow rather than look at pictures of your ex. Go for a run then break a coffee cup. Take a bath, organize the pantry, call your sister. It's all going to be okay.