The Bloody Doors Off

There’s something about this time of year that doesn’t agree with me.

The days are shorter; my temper is quick.

The sun is sparse; I feel grey.

But how much is it of my own doing?

I recognize the pattern. I tend to suffer some kind of burnout in winter. I thought it was due to overwork and poorly spaced out vacation. But from last year to this, my opinion’s changed. Seasonal Affectiveness Disorder. I knew I had it in some form. But it seems more pronounced. I have a light therapy lamp (thanks to my brother Kevin, a lovely Christmas gift) and I’ve been using it pretty much daily. But I feel like I need more.

If only I knew what that was.