Yesterday morning, Bob said something I’ve never heard him say before: “I need to see my doctor.” (He was referring to his psychiatrist.)
I asked why, and his answer was clear: “Because I can’t sleep.” I felt awful for him, he looked almost near tears.
He’s not the only one. Every morning, as we inch closer to Spring, I find it more difficult to get to sleep (and stay asleep), and more difficult to awake and rise in the morning (What Is Seasonal Affective Disorder [SAD]?).
What the what? Winter worsens depression–that’s easy to understand. Shouldn’t we be turning cartwheels in March and April? And with the relatively mild and snow-free winter we’ve had, shouldn’t we already be pretty doggone happy?