Seasonal Affective Disorder can FUCK RIGHT OFF.
"Get out of my hidey-hole or I'll chew up your ankles. See if I won't."Has anyone else out there ever felt so sluggish, tired, unmotivated, anti-social, achy and irritable that they wondered if they were actually depressed?
I have a list of things I need to be getting on with that are just normal, adult responsibilities, but EVERYTHING, including respiration and movement, just seems like a huge pain in the arse. The truck needs repairs again. (Some friends borrowed it to move and dented it and SPOUSE keeps reminding me to bring it in for an estimate, and then get in in for the repair work...can't work up the energy to care.) In the new job I find I don't work under my own initiative - it's at the beck and call of others' initiative, which gives me the hump. I cringe when the phone rings, or when I hear the 'new e-mail' chime, and the human voice is like a rake across a chalk board. Also, getting reminders in the mail from my doctor about yearly check-ups and mammograms and stuff, which I've been putting off.
No, I don't want to get a fucking mammogram.
I certainly hope turning the clocks back this weekend will help. In fact, I'm SURE a little extra daylight when I'm getting up in the morning wouldn't go amiss. Then...THEN the whining and self-pity will stop. I'm sure of it. Yes.
Now, somebody get me a bowl of soup and a bloody mary, leave it on the doorstep, knock twice gently, and fuck off.
Labels: Don't fucking wanna.
posted by Andraste at 9:34 AM
7 Comments:
Get one of those light therapy boxes. It makes your brain think there's more sunshine. I got one years ago at the suggestion of a sleep specialist because I was having issues. I no longer need it for that, but in the winter I use it every morning, and it does make a difference. Just turn it on and sit in the same room with it while you're drinking your coffee or checking email or whatever you do in the morning before you go to work. You'll feel a bit cheerier.
Mammograms suck.
Ah honey! It's a world wide slump I am sure. Gloomy bloody weather would put years on a body.
Ann - looking up light therapy boxes on line right effing NOW. This has to stop before I maim someone.
Cat - I never would have thought I'd be bothered by weather, either. And the days are turning out sunny as often as not...I like fall and winter just fine. It's just this getting up in the dark that's killing me. I would gladly give that extra daylight at the end of the day for an earlier sunrise.
Late to the party, as usual, but I hope you're feeling better.
Pearl
I get that way, too. I just double up on my "happy pills." I grew up in the 60's drug culture when if a little bit was good, a lot was better and what do you know. It is!
I use LED Grow Lights for treating SAD. Hopefully, more people will catch on.
A-Girl Brewski here. Fair-play to you. I actually mean that shit. I've started More Hotrocks, where I'd love to see you sometime. Of course I'd comment on what's happening more immediately here, but I can't because I'm utterly fucked. It's great, crack on with two bottles of red and you don't need to turn the heating on. Respect, fuckers.
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