“Seasonal Affective Disorder”
I tend to think that most of the made-up psychological diseases you hear about these days are just that: made up. They all sounds like impressive excuses to avoid dealing with the occasional harshness of reality.
The thing is, I’m not sure how I can hold an attitude like that when, every December since time immemorial, I get a case of the heaviest depression imaginable (by me).
This year I thought I was going to be spared, because the beginning of December punched in and I felt okay. (I’m normally depressed anyway, but usually functional.) All that changed last night, around midnight or so. It literally was like a light switch being clicked into the ON position, though at the time I didn’t know what was happening.
And since then I’ve been working and doing whatever under this incredibly dark cloud. Which is why there aren’t any jokes or clever sayings in this post. (Yes, I know, there seldom are, but every now and then I get in a good one. Remember a couple of Junes ago?)
On top of all that, I’m on call, too. (Cue: Frenzied moaning.) Hurry up January!
I’m sure I’ll post more over the course of the coming weekend. And I’m sure it’ll be similarly bitter and joyless!
