Braincicles

My brain is frozen. I don't function in the wintry dark and cold. Seasonal Affective Disorder. I was doing fine until I dared the Universe. The Equinox came and went with no symptoms. The winter had been very mild up to then and I was now on the flip side. I had to speak aloud how well I was doing. This dark season was going to be 'eeeeasy'.

Two days later, well, we have this here entry called Braincicles. I drag myself up at six each morning and claw my way into work. Forgetful. No concentration. Higher levels of anxiety. Need a granny nap in the afternoon. Must..try...to...function. Unfortunately, I'm addicted to eating and hot water so I must go on.  I'm so cold...Jack, hold me...

Rose: I love you, Jack.
Jack: Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me?
Rose: I'm so cold.
Jack: Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Rose: I can't feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.

I'll not give up. I want to die an old lady with the warmth of the sun on my face. My heart will go on. I wonder what do people do who live above the 33rd parallel?