July then...

I almost feel like the year is already coming to a screaming end and I need to be prepared for Winter depression and buying a new calendar. I think it's because the cold weather lasted SO long, and now seems to have returned after a brief (all too brief!) spell of Summer. The lingering SAD was still lingering and has now reared its head again, at the very time it should feel like both a distant memory and a future inconvenience. Right now I'm tempted to book a doctor's appointment for October ready to beg him for antidepressants.
My mind, as my wife so frequently points out to me, really is a very strange thing to have to deal with.  Fascinating, in its own way, but also rather annoying and at times rather debilitating. I can have days on end where I can do all sorts of things and they're all good and I can cope with being a busy manager and a father to energetic boys and it's all rosy. Then, other times, I can barely get my keys in my car without criticising myself for my efforts.
And, as much as it pains me to say it, and as much as my wife refuses to acknowledge the evidence, a large part of that is determined by the weather. Bright days lead to a bright mood; a full garden leads to a full heart; and warm air leads to a warm disposition. And conversely, darkness breeds darkness; cold breeds cold and stark views around us lead to stark thoughts within us; and I know I'm not alone in that truth.

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