notes on winter depression
Even my seasonal depression patterns reflect a long-term decline in happiness.
Mysteriously, I experienced a sort of rebirth every January which I was always grateful for. But it stopped showing up after year two.
Before 2006 I used to run around in a corduroy jacket all winter and the cold couldn’t even touch me, never mind seasonal affective disorder. I used to be completely mystified about why people disappeared inside during the winter. Thought it was some crazy social phenomenon. Couldn’t understand it. Now I do, and I’d give anything to be naive again.
