Am I the only person who feels, by the end of winter, like you’re one of the dead, shriveled up leaves, and everything is tiring and cold and awful, and the sun is never out and there’s just so little hope… but then spring comes and it’s light, and warm and suddenly I can laugh again, and I can write and be in love again and I feel like I become more authentically myself.
|March 16, 2015 at 18:30|
I actually feel quite the opposite. Summer and early spring are really depressing times for me, but I LOVE winter, late spring, and fall.
|March 17, 2015 at 15:08|
Huh, really? Is there any reason for you? Because like, for me it’s definitely a thing with lack of sunlight in the winter, and a lot of goo things that have typically happened to me in summer. Or is it just kinda the way you feel?
|March 17, 2015 at 19:53|
Summer has always been a rough period at my house, for a lot of reason. But I don’t know. I’ve just never liked spring where I live- all the snow is melting, and everything that grows dies because of the constant thawing and refreezing and it’s awful. Late spring, fall, and winter are much better.
|March 17, 2015 at 20:31|
YES! YES! YES! I love this!! I always feel really depressed in the winter, but come spring I can go hiking and stay outdoors!! I also have to shave and paint my toenails in spring, though. 😀
|March 18, 2015 at 09:03|
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