February was not always hard. Maybe, for some people, it still is not.
I love winter. February used to be the pinnacle of winter glory. Everything white and frozen, bright peaceful walks in the middle of the night in a perfect snow fall. The world hibernated under a deep freeze, waiting to wake up in the spring. It was glorious.
2013 was the year that all changed.
2013, in general, was one of the worst years of my life. It all started in February with an intense and…