For complicated reasons that I'd rather not delve into here, being that the Internet is forever, and I have no idea who reads this – although you are all really very lovely people – January and February are always difficult months for me.
I know the reasoning behind it, I know that I've had tough times in these months in the past, and I know that the weather doesn't help. (Although, hello, today = 70 degrees...) I try to be especially aware of this and be kind to myself. I try to do things that will make me feel better. My things are not always the same as yours. For example, I once shared this with a friend, and she "solved the problem" by sending me tons of funny puppy and cat pictures.
I'm not a puppy person. I'm not a cat person. Now if you want to send me sarcastic e-cards, we might be in business.
I typically wake with a sense of purpose, a sense of excitement, a feeling of "Something's going to happen, what will the day bring?" In Jan and Feb, I don't feel that. Opening my eyes leads no excitement, no anticipation - it seems dull and blah. Even planning fun activities- parties, trips, etc - it doesn't seem to help.
I try to exercise every day, for I know that that's a mood improve-r for me. I have in years past taken a vitamin D supplement every day, and I realized yesterday that this might be something I need to look at again. I try to make sure to eat the right things, get enough sleep, spend time with friends, do everything "right". I really try hard to avoid stuffing my face, because I know that food makes me feel better - but tight pants make be feel worse. It's really a catch-22.
But sometimes, it doesn't really matter how much funny stuff I watch, how much good music I listen to, how much exercise I do – I still feel very dark inside.
So. January/February = holding on for March. And today means that I'm halfway through. I know I'm certainly not the only one, and I'm supremely lucky that this is only a temporary thing - I have family and friends who suffer from long term depression and have gone through that myself, both post partum and non. I've taken anti depressants, and am aware of myself enough to know that I'm not at that point - it's seasonal.
Right now, I'm going to go sit outside and soak up 30 minutes of warmer than average air. I'm going to close my eyes and just - sit.
Do you feel at all affected by seasonal depression? What do you do to combat it?
(I once saw a critique of my blog and the writer said that, by asking a question at the end of the post, I was begging for comments - maybe I am, but I sincerly want to know - what do you do? I can't be the only one who feels this...)