The formula was meant to analyze when people booked holidays, assuming that people were most likely to buy a ticket to paradise when they were feeling down.
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Quotes tagged ‘Seasonal Depression’
The holidays break your routine. Sometimes, you’re forced to spend time with family you rarely see and don’t always get along with. Or maybe you’re alone when everyone else is with family. Or you are off from work, with more time to think troubling thoughts. Or you are at work and can’t be with thos…
— KeSha, twitter.com
Don’t ask yourself things like “It’s almost Christmas, why am I not happy?” That can turn into a shame cycle. It’s just another day — don’t put unrealistic expectations on it, and don’t beat yourself up.
— KeSha, twitter.com
My soul’s a burden to me, I’ve had enough of it. I’m eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I don’t belong here.
Next time the Big Motherfuckin’ Sad comes calling, don’t pick up the phone.
The silver lining to seasonal depression is that your threshold for achieving a sense of personal accomplishment becomes much, much lower. Refilling that saltshaker that’s been sitting empty on your kitchen table since last November feels like winning the fucking Tour de France.
Next time the Big Motherfuckin’ Sad comes calling, don’t pick up the phone. See your sadness as a caller who wants to give you grief for not paying a parking ticket or some other asinine thing. Stand by the phone and say, ‘Who cares about parking tickets. I didn’t put the parking meter there.’ Then…
There once was a girl whose happiness was tied to the sun. As it rose, so did she, and her smile was like beams of light. As it set, so did she, and her frown cast shadows on her face.
I’m in a fog and even though I feel like I’m living a good, authentic life, I spend a lot of my life numb. There’s this sleepwalk I do where it’s like I’m under a layer of ice and I slump through the day without any real inner dialogue. It’s like being dead on your feet. Or stuffed with cotton. And…
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night
I am afraid. I’m afraid of the despair that always accompanies this thing, afraid of the hopelessness and sleeplessness and mood shifts and anxiety and inability to connect with people and create things I love. I’m afraid of eating too much and drinking too much to self-destruct and self-medicate.
My SAD has always felt like a tidal wave I was destined to be crushed under; right now, it feels like regular ocean waves. I’m fighting it one crest at a time, falling down sometimes but not always, and knowing a life raft will be there if I need it, knowing someone will come. Not because they have…
The challenge to me each winter is in finding ways to work with feeling low like depression is some stupid, inconvenient friend who needs a place to crash for a few months and who also wants to shit all over my floor.
Seasonal depression hits for me, like clockwork, the day after Halloween... Thanksgiving is my first warning; Christmas is my second; and New Year's Eve is not a beginning but an end.
I’ve found that a lot of non-pill treatments work for my depression. In the spring and summer months I can obstruct my anxiety and depression with exercise, weed, going out with friends, and ample time spent in the sun. The endorphins are good. But during the winter, these options diminish or disapp…
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.
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!!!!!
Beginning in the fall, there was all this excitement about Christmas and how it was a day for them. After Thanksgiving, they couldn't miss it. It was fixed so they couldn't miss it. The wreaths and decorations everywhere, and bells ringing, and trees in the park, and Santa Clauses on every corner, a…
Of all the millions of people in New York, I am practically the only one who has to get up in the cold black of 6 a.m. on Christmas Day in the morning; I am practically the only one.
It is quite common to experience depression during the holidays. to spend several days without ever leaving your room. to think of those who are no longer with us. to remind ourselves of the things we do not have. the gifts we cannot afford. i am currently thinking of the loss of my stepfather. of t…