Seasonal Depression May Come But That’s Okay
Winter is on its way and for the first time, I’m looking forward to it
This article is part of the column Overthinking Everything at She Explores Life.
I’ve never liked winter. Its arrival casts the Earth under a dark, gray blanket. Days fade easily into nights, robbing us of precious time as seasonal depression sets in. By March, I long to be awakened by Persephone’s return, desperate for the first sign of spring. Yet, as the golden leaves of fall have recently begun to disappear, I find myself surprisingly eager for the quiet, slow days of winter to return.
Looking out my window at the people in long coats and knit hats, I’m reminded of this time last year. The scene is one I’ve witnessed before and with seeing it again, I recall the heaviness that winter brought with it a year ago. Before then, seasonal depression and I were no strangers, but depression arrived early in 2020, as it did for many of us.
I tried as best I could to brace myself for what I anticipated would be a long, draining few months ahead. I think this thought scared me more than I could admit at the time. Or maybe scared isn’t the right word. I was already numb when the cool air began to seep through the cracks of my apartment.
I’ve learned to…
