Another song and video that really speaks to me. Especially when, as Churchill put it, there’s a black dog on my back.
Maybe they should have had Armstrong by himself, since he’s singing about walking alone. Then again, it’s possible to feel alone even when we’re with other people.
I know I often do. I’ve gotten very good at keeping my mask on, chatting and fake-smiling (being careful to wrinkle the corners of my eyes to make it look authentic) while I’m dying inside.
This is the time of year my seasonal depression starts, as the days get shorter and colder. I keep it under pretty good control using light therapy in combination with other treatments. But it pushes me closer to the edge. Then I only need a couple of otherwise minor problems at work or home to push me over the edge into a full-blown depressive episode.
Like now. I know it will pass. But right now everything seems pointless. Even this post.
Related articles
- Bright Light Therapy Can Help People Who Have Seasonal Depression Disorder And Who Don’t (medicalnewstoday.com)
- 10 Ways to Kick Seasonal Depression Without Popping a Single Pill (ecosalon.com)
- Seasonal Affective Disorder Awareness Month (everydayhealth.com)
- SAD: A Seasonal Pattern (psychologytoday.com)
- Seasonal Depression – Very Real (nonaknowsbest.wordpress.com)
- Changing of seasons can cause depression (charlotte.news14.com)
