Ah, summer. The grass is greener, the birds are singing, the sun shines down on me — and with its glorious radiation, my seasonal depression, aka Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), is triggered.
SAD is commonly discussed during fall and winter, with countless articles on “how to beat winter blues.” But summertime blues? Rarer, lesser known, and just as brutal. I feel miserable all the time.
People laugh, of course. How can such a ‘perfect’ season bring such woe? Let me tell you: overpriced sunscreen, bugs EVERYWHERE, skin allergies, and 30 degrees turning a bus into a mobile sauna DEATH trap — I legit crashed out and nearly vomited from the heat. At least in winter, you can layer up. In summer, you can get butt-naked and still wither away as you slow-roast.
My boiling point? Two weeks ago, when the sun set around 10:30 p.m., and the sunrise greeted me at 3:40 a.m. What the actual [redacted]? My sleep schedule? Obliterated. Thanks, Mother Nature.
Unfortunately, I have no solid advice. Hydrate like your life depends on it — because it does. Olaf from Frozen (2013) may dream of summer, but I’ll be over here, vibing to girl in red’s “summer depression.” Good riddance.
