S.A.D. but during the summer
I know for a lot of people, winter months really does them in with the seasonal affective disorders and all the depression that entails. I'm thankful that I'm the opposite of that. I absolutely love the winter months, especially on the sunny, snowy days, when the skies are clear, there's barely any snow fall and the air is crisp and still. It's so damn magical. Maybe it's because I'm a winter baby but it's my most favorite time of the year.
I love bundling up and having an excuse to get cozy under blankets or tons of layers when I have to go outside. I can have soup all day, every day and my preferred choice of drink all year round is a hot cup of black tea with a little bit of milk anyway. I bake all types of bread and having the whole house smelling of freshly baked bread is just special.
All of these are great, but on the other hand, I actually experience the opposite during the spring/summer months. Actually, any time of the year where the sun starts to rise early and set later is not my jam. I don't like the heat for one, and the brightness outside actually makes me feel all types of depressed and dread. I don't exactly know why. It might be only during the days when I go out because I need to go work or I have to go to university.
I think it's because sunny days makes me think of vacations and for most of my teenage years, after immigrating to another country, I felt stuck. No money, no friends, in an unfamiliar place with just my parents and my siblings. Add the hormonal change from puberty and parents who mean well but are not the nicest human beings, and all I get reminded of in the summer are awful times of my life.
Its been 15 years since we came to this country and I'm a full grown adult now. I'm hoping that some time in the future I can get to re-wire my brain on how I feel about this. It's so odd to see everyone excited for the heat and I'm the only one dreading it. I guess we'll have to see.