seasonal affective disorder? what's that?
This weekend has been absolutely beautiful in Ottawa. We've seen a few nice days this past week which had me slightly depressed as I was mostly at work this week. This weekend has made up for it, however, ten times over. I've had the chance to lounge around the deck, read, and occasionally play with the dogs all of which are some of my favorite summer pastimes.
Unfortunately, yesterday I was cursed with either a nasty cold or a bad case of allergies (though I'm not sure what I would be allergic to) and was suffering from a head cold, cough, and incessant sneezing for most of the evening. This morning when I woke up I felt just as bad but found an hour in the sun cured most of my ailments. This proves my theory that the Sun cures everything. And please notice I capitalized the Sun much as I would capitalize "God" because it truly is my personal savior.
Though my depression has improved light years from what it once was, I still get the winter blues, or seasonal affective disorder as medical professionals would say. After hiding out in my room for what I like to call my hibernation period for almost 6 months during the winter, my body and mind rejoice the balmy weather. I love to walk around outside barefoot so often that my feet are constantly black with dirt. I love stepping out of the bath to dry my hair in the Sun instead of toiling with a blow dryer. I love the plants that also love the Sun so much that they flower in celebration. Like them, I feel the most alive in the summer.
During this time, I can't stand staying inside, and even now I'm itching to get outside to my favorite chair to start a new book. I have never been one to stay inside a house freezing from air conditioning, like many people I know do. I consider the time I spend with myself outside very much like a prayer, a meditation. It's an end to the problems of the year and the beginning of rebuilding myself.
Unfortunately, yesterday I was cursed with either a nasty cold or a bad case of allergies (though I'm not sure what I would be allergic to) and was suffering from a head cold, cough, and incessant sneezing for most of the evening. This morning when I woke up I felt just as bad but found an hour in the sun cured most of my ailments. This proves my theory that the Sun cures everything. And please notice I capitalized the Sun much as I would capitalize "God" because it truly is my personal savior.
Though my depression has improved light years from what it once was, I still get the winter blues, or seasonal affective disorder as medical professionals would say. After hiding out in my room for what I like to call my hibernation period for almost 6 months during the winter, my body and mind rejoice the balmy weather. I love to walk around outside barefoot so often that my feet are constantly black with dirt. I love stepping out of the bath to dry my hair in the Sun instead of toiling with a blow dryer. I love the plants that also love the Sun so much that they flower in celebration. Like them, I feel the most alive in the summer.
During this time, I can't stand staying inside, and even now I'm itching to get outside to my favorite chair to start a new book. I have never been one to stay inside a house freezing from air conditioning, like many people I know do. I consider the time I spend with myself outside very much like a prayer, a meditation. It's an end to the problems of the year and the beginning of rebuilding myself.