I think I experience Seasonal Affective Disorder. I already generally hate the cold and snow of winter (and yes, I do realize I live in Colorado), but the shift in the light is really what gets me. I love the sun. I want the sun. And I want warmth.
I’ve been depressed for months. Maybe it SAD. Maybe it’s the holidays. Maybe it’s a chemical imbalance in my brain. Either way there has been a dark cloud hanging over me for months.
Today it lifted a little bit. I am sure in part it’s due to the unseasonably warm and sunny weather we have been having here in Denver. In part its because I finally felt like I could see the light, feel the sun, and I could get myself out. It was part reading the amazing Brene Brown, and a little John Maxwell. It was supportive friends and family. It was Andrew, holding my hand the entire time I wasn’t sure of myself.
Today I could see and feel the sun. And I am thankful for that.