Tag: depression

Battling S.A.D with Humor

“Get a grip of yourself, woman!” is something I’ve been saying to myself the past dreary, wet, depressing weeks.  Sorry folks, if I’ve been rambling on and on about the blimming weather.  I know I ought to get used to this, but hey, I’m not alone, even my British husband feels the same!  And yet he plods on, as I hide myself under the duvet every morning after little T is off at school.

I’ve also been having really bad nights, ever since we arrived from my in-laws just after boxing day.  I can’t get to sleep at night.  I’m like a zombie, checking in on little T (even when she’s happily nodding away in the land of sleep), as I toss and stare and not even my mind-videos which usually help me sleep, work anymore.

And just when I’m about to drift away, my bloody alarm goes off.  I used to have Nina Simone’s version of “Here Comes the Sun” as my alarm.  But the song only rubs salt on my wound, there is no freaking sun Nina Simone so shut the ____ up!  I’ve now changed it to Ricky Lee Jones’ song “It must be love”.  Yep, definitely must be love indeed, that’s the only reason why I’m still here!  I really ought to not use songs I like as an alarm, I always end up hating them after a while.

Yes, I’ve been down in the dumps, bluesy, depressed, sad, sorry sight, a sad state of affairs, call it whatever you wish, in fact, this might even be what they call the S.A.D syndrome!  For those who aren’t aware of this “disease” it’s the acronym for Seasonal Affective Disorder.  The NHS refers to it as a type of depression that has a season pattern, usually during winter.

Seriously though, it’s really just the weather, I’ll be fine as soon as the sun is out.  Anyway, for those who follow me over at Instagram, you might have seen the following photos:

As I made little Ts bed, I glanced out the window and saw the scene above.  Quickly, I took a photo of it, and my husband and I had a few giggles, creating captions of it.

Suddenly inspired, I made the scene below with two of little T’s favourite toys:

I keep wondering how Woody would react to all the “new” toys right now, as opposed to the “toys” he had in his gang from Toy Story 1-3, especially to little T’s collection of Monster High dolls.

Then if all this fails, I have yet to open my DVD box set of Miranda (part of my husband’s presents to me last Christmas), to those who aren’t familiar with it, it’s a British comedy show which really gives me the giggles, too bad the show recently ended though.  I’ve once written about how much I like her here.

What about you?

Apart from small joys, what lifts you up when you’re down?

And also,

what’s your alarm “song”, if you have one?