| July 5th through September in Seattle are a dream; incredibly long days, dry but not too hot. The sun never sets. I've been a lot of places on the planet and PNW summers are uniquely great. However, during the winter it's dreary, it's dark by noon, and every year around October the raven comes tapping at my chamber door. July of 2020 I left and went south to Central America. That first 'winter' I kept waiting for my annual S-A-D season to start. It didn't. The second 'winter' was worse because I reasoned the lst time could have been endorphins keeping me going. I was really expecting any day for the depression to start. And again, it didn't. December and January felt normal. That very consistent 7am it's bright sunny day and at 7pm it's dark night all year is helpful. Quite literally, I never intended to return to Seattle, but with the recent economic turmoil it worked out that way. S-A-D season kicked off like usual, even with the 10,000 IUs of Vitamin D. Without a job I moved to Eastern Washington, and within a month I was doing better, life got easier and the future was far less inscrutable. I have the energy to do the work, and after an angry or sad thought the follow-up thought is "that was a bit dramatic". That's a sign every year that things are on the up-swing. Many people love and appreciate the Seattle climate just as it is; I don't know really anyone that reacts quite as severely as I do to it. Not being in Seattle weather means I get 6 more months of life every year. It kills me how much time I wasted trying to 'fix myself' in a place I just wasn't meant to be. |
Even living in the south, the 3 or so months of SAD feel like an eternity. I don't know how anyone could stand an even longer period.