Before moving to England, I’ve never heard of S.A.D (Seasonal Affective Disorder) before. When I did, I laughed. Yes, I actually laughed and couldn’t believe that there was such a term. But having lived here for almost a decade, I understand now.
I know now how the short days and seemingly endless not to mention cold nights can do to ones emotional being and mental health. How even the days can be so dreary, just looking out the window will want to make you want to weep.
How little things that can happen, or careless words said in the summer when they days are longer, carefree and bright, and therefore can be brushed aside and deemed not important. When the days are short and the nights are long, those words can sting you, and wound you so deep, if left untended, can and will fester all through out the winter.
In past posts, I wrote about what I arm myself with to ward off the gloom. I turn to comedy and humour. I try to focus on the smallest joys like wooly socks that keeps your feet nice and toasty. In the month of November, we have the promise of Christmas, even though it can be madness too, up till the 25th, at least our minds are preoccupied about lists to tick off and presents to buy. January though can be a bit tricky, especially once the decors have been taken down and the house suddenly looks bare. Thirty-one bloody days of bleakness. Luckily February is a short one and down here in Cornwall, Spring comes early. If we’re lucky again this year, the daffodils will come springing up even in mid-December like last year.
Knowing how much I missed the music of my past, my husband bought me a collection of Rickie Lee Jones CDs. And as much as I love her, she can be bloody depressing (see previous post). I’m sorry Rickie. You will have to collect dust for now. I’ll take you out in the summer. For now, I’m only going to listen to Highlife. Ghanaian music always makes me think of good friendships, the sun, festivals, and dancing, even if it’s looking desolate outside. Enough of my ramblings and navel gazing.
What about you?
What helps you get rid of the blues?
Postscript: I drafted this post last night. My husband woke me up about the latest news that’s happening across the globe. I’m afraid not even Highlife can cheer me up now. Whoopie-bloody-doo-dah. We live in such strange times.