I'm starting to wonder if reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder is an actual thing, or if it's just me? Every year, when the weather heats up and daylight hours lengthen, I feel myself sliding into depression. I can't wait for September.
Can anyone relate? Some factors I've noticed:
- Hot weather makes me sweaty, red-faced and miserable, and I start to feel horribly fat. I become hyper-aware of my physical bodily presence. I also get a weird heat rash on my hands, and feel prickly all over. My body just doesn't function well above a certain temperature.
- You know that you're supposed to be having a fabulous time, going on picnics and paddling in rivers and sucking on ice lollies and listening to pop music on the patio and sitting in beer gardens. Other people seem to get a lot out of this. I just want to hide inside with the curtains drawn.
- Hiding inside with the curtains drawn makes you feel pretty pathetic, because you should be out there 'taking advantage of the nice weather', as my grandmother would say. I punish myself for my bad attitude.
- I feel excitement as autumn rolls in, like I can finally be myself again. My concentration levels return. I'm enthusiastic and interested in things again.
Typing it out, it all sounds very petty and whiny. I have depression and anxiety issues anyway, but I'm always worse at this time of year; I can't stand the heat, and the obvious enjoyment everyone else seems to get from it makes me feel like a real outsider. I don't think I'm explaining very well; it's not just the weather (Lord knows we don't have the most predictable summers). It's the whole culture of summer, and the expectations that come with it.
Anyone else, or do I just have an attitude problem?