Because I am more than a little tired of S.A.D. kicking my butt every winter. It’s been very cold and very dark lately; it hasn’t really snowed yet, but I had a dream that it had snowed and I kind of wanted to cry. I think that if I walked outside right now and felt sunshine on my face I would cry. From happiness.
Working extra hours on third shift hasn’t made things easier, and tonight Stephen asked my why I was working so often. “Because I need the money,” I said. “I need the money so that I can get out of here. Because I love y’all, but I just can’t take this winter anymore.” Sometimes I think the knowledge that I won’t have to do this again next year is the only thing getting me through.
That, and my sun lamp.