November 14, 2025

“How to Love Winter?” Winter has a way of slowing everything down. The light softens, the air sharpens, and our bodies seem to whisper “rest.”Yet every year, I hear the same sighs in session: “I hate winter. It’s dark, cold, isolating.”
I get it. The season can feel like a pause we didn’t ask for. But from a therapist’s chair, I see that winter offers us something quietly radical, an invitation to listen inward.
In a culture obsessed with productivity, winter’s natural pace feels wrong, like we’re somehow falling behind. But what if we reframed stillness as medicine?
Our nervous systems aren’t designed to run at full speed all year. The darker months ask us to regulate differently: to rest more, move gently, and let “doing” take a back seat to “being.” When clients tell me they’re tired, I remind them that fatigue isn’t a flaw, it’s a cue.
Seasonal affective dips are real. If sunlight is limited where you live, light therapy lamps can work wonders. But emotional light matters, too.
To love winter means to make a ritual of warmth, morning tea in your hands, music that makes your chest open, candles that mark time as something tender. Reach out to friends before you isolate; schedule connection like medicine.
There’s a reason the Danish concept of hygge caught on. Cozy isn’t frivolous, it’s regulation. A soft blanket, a warm bath, a night spent cooking something slow, these are ways of reminding your nervous system that safety still exists.
If you struggle with sensory overwhelm or trauma history, cozy can also be grounding: texture, temperature, scent, and sound anchor you in the present moment.
Winter can bring emotional heaviness to the surface, loss, loneliness, the ache of unmet expectations. Instead of pushing it away, practice gentle curiosity: What is this feeling asking of me?
As therapists, we know that discomfort often signals transformation. Trees don’t panic when they lose their leaves; they trust the cycle. You can, too.
There’s a particular kind of honesty to winter. Without the distraction of leaves and noise, the landscape, and our inner world, feels exposed. That rawness can be uncomfortable, but it’s also real.
Notice the small beauties: frost on a window, the quiet of early morning, your breath turning to steam. Presence doesn’t require perfection; it just asks that you look.
Learning to love winter isn’t about pretending it’s summer. It’s about remembering that slowing down, feeling deeply, and tending to ourselves is progress, even when it looks like rest.
So light the candle. Pull up the blanket. Sip something warm.
This is not a season to survive, it’s one to soften into.
With Gratitude,
Stevi Gelinas MFT-c, Perinatal & Women’s Mental Health Counseling, PLLC
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