Anyone with any type of depression can tell you that the
weather plays a part (whether big or small) in your daily moods. I joke that I
have the odds stacked against me since being diagnosed with Seasonal Affective
Disorder (SAD), another type of depression in addition to my major depression.
And, judging by the weather lately, the universe hates me.
Here in Utah, we’ve been hit with several snowstorms, which
is a change from last year’s non-winter. I love the snow, but I hate the
inversion that usually accompanies it. Not only does it make my kids miserable,
but it messes with my depression and anxiety.
I don’t do well during the winter, despite having my
medication. It helps, but I seem to have more bad days than good ones during
the winter. The road to finding the medication that works for me seems endless
and frustrating, but I am determined; I don’t enjoy feeling low, even on a good
day.
Does that make sense?
The forecast for the rest of the week calls for another
snowstorm, then sunshine with the cold; I think I’m ready for spring.
So ready.
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