Until just a few days ago I thought I had overcome that dark time in winter I usually visit called Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD. I have had it nearly every winter, mostly in the dead of January. I was surprised I hadn't experienced it yet. Yet being the operative word. Saturday it hit me. And now I am a bundle of fun.... Not.
How I long to be a snowbird right now, flying to warmer climates just to save my sinking spirits! Instead I keep the sun on my face and healthy food in my body. I have to work at staying motivated to do anything. My dear hubby said, let's get this basement done for Super Bowl! I said quite flatly, I don't give a crap about Super Bowl, or anything for that matter. He's been working hard building a wall and hanging dry wall, and I'm not even excited. Yet. I will be in a month or two... I hope! This too shall pass, I know. But sometimes I just have to lament awhile and then I'm fine again. Sort of. Ahh, winter is fun.
2 comments:
I hear your pain! SAD is so hard. I have to deal with it some years. We've been hearing about the weather on the TV. It sounds dreadful. Hang in there.
You have much to be grateful for sister
1 SAD for you means "Spiritual Advanced Disciple" and that is why the devil is attacking you with lies.
2 Thank God you noticed it in the last week of Jan. rather then the first week of the month. From today; Daylight savings is only 6 week away:)
3 Thank God you have a furnace that can work all day and you have a heat source because it would not be a SAD time it would be a BAD time.
4 Thank God you have a husband who can hang dry wall. How many women wish they had a husband who could just hang up their coat. The Reefer Bowl might be funny. The two Stats with legalized marijuana, all those fumbles. Go Seahawks!
Sister you might need a different perspective. There is a teacher in an Ivy league school who takes his medical students to a few art galleries after a hard time of learning and just before exams. They score 30% better and have an eye for more complicated diagnoses then the other students. The teacher claims that as the students take in the art they look at things from a different perspective. It opens up their abilities to see clearer and feel better and it comes out in there performance as doctors.
Maybe over a few weekends in Feb. you and your family visit a few museums and galleries (even small town ones) and get everyone talking about what they see and maybe winter will be over before you know it.
I know this works because that is what I do when I am having a hard time with things. I go to art galleries and pray during my musings and I come out with a different plan. I start believing I am a victor and not a victim.
Blessings sister Jami.
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