Dear Spring

You are not my favorite time of year.

I blame part of this on the fact that I am allergic to life, so all of this regeneration, of flowers blooming and life blossoming, makes me itchy and achy and unable to breathe. That plays a big part in my struggle with you.

I don't know if I have always had such an aversion to Spring, but the last few years I have noticed that all of the joy that everyone feels about this time of year escapes me. I wish that I felt what everyone else does. I wish that the sunshine made me happier. I wish that the warm weather made me feel renewed. It does not.

Spring kind of breaks my heart a little bit.

I know Spring is here because my nose itches and my throat is scratchy and I feel exhausted.

I know you rejuvenate so many and for that I celebrate you Spring. And you make the accursed snow melt and that is good. I love you for that.

In the meantime, I am trying to figure out ways to cope with Spring until allergy season passes.

Hello Claritin.

me