Oh ... Really?

Bah! Humbug!

It's time for my annual holiday grumble ... bear with me.

I don't like this time of year. At all. And it's not just the holidays and the attendant madness. I may have a touch of Seasonal Affective Disorder ... becoming a little depressed and a lot more irritable as the days grow shorter and the weather colder. It may also have to do with the fact that many of my life's tragedies and crises occurred during the autumn months. September, October and November mark anniversaries of events I would rather not have had to experience. So far so good this year .... but just last week they laid off a bunch of people at work. I was terrified to the point that I could barely function. Despite reassurances from our supervisors that the lay-offs are done, we are fine ... we still can sense the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads. The general attitude sucks these days. Go figure.



And then the holidays ... every year I wonder if I will make it through without seriously going off the deep end.

I hate crowds. And this is a new development in my personality. I used to love being where the action is, part of the crowd. I hate it now ... I hate going to the mall, sitting in traffic, Walmart ... ugh! I just don't like being around a lot of other people.

Holiday crap is already on display in stores. I went to the grocery store last night and they had Christmas carols playing throughout the store. It isn't even Thanksgiving yet! WTF??? It's almost become clich頴o rant about the crass over-commercialization of the holiday that is supposed to be a celebration and remembrance of the birth of Christ ... so I will let other pundits take on that task.

My baby girl will be with me this whole four day weekend though! Four wonderful days with the smartest, sassiest, most beautiful young lady in the world. (I may be just a bit biased here ... get over it!) She continually amazes me with her intelligence, insightfulness, and level of integrity and ethics. She's only 13 but already has a pretty good grip on life. I wish I had been so "with it" when I was her age. But still I worry ... life still has some rough knocks and surprises in store for her. But that's supposed to "build character" right?? She'll be OK ... no, she'll be better than OK. She's gonna have the world by the tail. It is so amazing watching this young woman develop ... like a beautiful butterfly emerging from a cocoon. It's breathtaking.


Posted by LissaKay on 11/25/03 at 09:49 AM in Being Bitchy
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SAD can be worsened by flourescent lighting, and businesses just love those damned things - there are special lamps that mimic sunlight that you can now buy, and if you get one, just sit under it for a few hours (like 2 or 2.5), while reading a book or something. I don't know how much they cost, but if this is really affecting you and the lamps are too expensive, you can get a prescription from your doctor to go to special therapy clinics and sit under one of these lamps for a couple of hours a day, a few days a week. It really does work, and it's a pretty standard treatment for SAD.

The skin isn't just an organ to protect our bodies from harmful stuff - it's also used as a "gauge" by the brain, and sunlight seems to trigger something in the brain to create hormones. when there is no sunlight, the brain does not produce those hormones, and lower levels of most any hormone will cause depression. SAD is called as such because the days are shorter and colder, so we tend to stay inside more and the little sunlight we are exposed to is usually blocked by winter clothing. So the brain isn't getting triggered to produce the hormones it needs. I don't remember which hormone it was, and this is all theory here, but the treatment of sitting under one of those lamps that triggers sunlight really does work.

Posted by Misu on 11/26 at 12:48 PM
 
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