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10 Things You Didn’t Know About Seasonal Affective Disorder
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So, you see, while some perceive winter as a festive time when their worlds are blanketed by the purity of snow, others feel that they are being suffocated by a literally colorless existence.
if you have seasonal affective disorder you are basically a flower because flowers wilt when they don’t get enough light and so do you
ah yes i love breathing in the crisp fall scent of slowly isolating myself and falling into a deep depression
I hate it when you can feel the depression just slowly creeping back in as each day gets colder and darker, and all you can think is “not again”
- keep the windows open as much as you can
- keep your curtains open & let all the sunlight in!!
- try to get outside at least once a day
- exercise (even if it’s just taking a walk or doing a yoga video)
- drink lots and lots of water!!!! i carry around a 32oz nalgene every day!!!
- make sure you have comfy socks/shoes/sweaters/clothes for the season!!
- get scented candles
- take up a hobby (like knitting! i make wreaths and i bake!)
- accept that you’re going to have bad days and do things to try and make them less bad (like drinking water!)
- don’t doubt yourself!!!! your depression is legitimate and just because it’s only during the cold months doesn’t mean you don’t need as much attention as people with year-round depression!!!!!
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If I could describe my mind I’d say it’s a restless hurricane of various, usually destructing, thoughts.
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You don’t have to be a child to be naïve, you just have to have too much of a good heart.
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if u ever meet someone who makes ur life flow easier and makes u laugh a lot keep them, that’s all u need
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I don’t understand why every flower I pick dies, he said to me.
You love the flower for its beauty, and once she begins to wilt - you go and pick another, I said, as my last petal fell in his hand.
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I thought I knew how the world worked. But then I met you.