#s.a.d.
spring is coming. Spring IS COMING. You will stand on soft grass again, and feel the sun kiss your cheeks and shoulders. you will eat of the same berries as the animals returned from their hibernation. you will hear the air alive with your collective breathing.
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Monday, November 27.
Holiday Blues 2023.
It's not just November, nay, it's nearly December. The mornings are getting darker. The evenings are, too, and it's only getting chillier. The holidays approach, as the holidays are wont to do. And we know that this is not good news for everybody. In fact, the seasonal affective disorder (S.A.D.) struggle is real, and if you're finding these first days of winter difficult, you're not alone. Far from it, in fact.
Well, fancy that. If you suffer from holiday blues, we've got one or two things that might be of help to you. It's Holiday Blues, from @postitforward, and it's back for 2023.
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Who's up for a Springtrap and Deliah au!!
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I remember the first time I learned what seasonal affective disorder was it was framed as “when you experience depression only in the cold fall-winter months” and I was like “that is ridiculous to me, those are the only months I feel happy in and every day that is warm and sunny makes me completely listless and miserable to the point where I just want to fast forward my life so I don’t have to experience a single drop of this weather because too many days of sun and heat in a row will literally put me on the verge of tears from how much I hate it with every fiber of my being” and then years later found out that S.A.D. can happen with any season and not just winter and I was like well that explains a lot lol
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The Opposite of S.A.D.?
Hooray! Summer.
Oh, fuck me, not again.
Jesus fucking Christ. Why can't summer be something you only have to get over with once in your life? Seems like more than enough.
I mean, why should the classes be accelerated, why should they be any different than the rest of the year? It's not as if I'm needed at home to help with the fucking harvest. And fucking daylight savings. God. Fuck.
It's far, far too hot. Torns mi brien too soop.
Two summers ago, I stopped with the fucking hazmat suit wardrobe in 90 degree weather. Since then, it's been all thin cotton skirts and sleeveless halters. I'm able to do it now, but it's still so fucking hard. I hate the idea of forcing anyone, even a stranger, to look at this body. It's wrong. I feel offensive just stepping outside my door, like I'm hurting people with my existence.
Is there such a thing as reverse seasonal affective disorder? Winter and fall, cold weather and early sunset comfort me, make me feel safer and less exposed. I hate spring and summer, when the sun rises before I can wake up so I feel like I've failed and I'm behind as soon as I start my day. Hot weather and early sunrise add to my stress. Does this have a name?
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So. Winter solstice.
It gets better from here! Hang in there folks…
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Struggling hard-core with spring coming on meaning summer is hard on its heels and wondering:
(this particularly goes out to anyone with summer sad, you are my peeps) feel free to describe your sad symptoms/personal coping methods/geographical and climate influence/etc in the tags.
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to all my fellow people who struggle with the cold and dark of these months: get yourself a lamp designed for s.a.d. and start using it right now. i put it next to my bed or my gaming pc, so that i can either read or game and occasionally look at the lamp. it really helps me and perhaps it might help you. we'll get through this
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so fucked up & evil that they made seasonal affective disorder widely known as S.A.D. like yeah girl i know. that's why i'm here
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a green that persists through winter
Avon, CT 2/26/24
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Hooray, it's spooky season...wait...what?
[Thousand-yard stare] Oh God...
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It was September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason.
Ray Bradbury
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