The First Black Night of December

Nine days of sunshine in the month of depression was a pretty good run, I think. Last night, however, the run ended, and my Santa hat had been left at work, unable to save me from despair. I fought it off as best I could, but in the end, I drank myself into a stupor and passed out on the floor of my computer room. Luckily someone called me at some point in the night, and I managed to crawl to bed.
I wish I could figure out what brings this on. If it was a simple chemical imbalance, I would think the symptoms would not be limited to December. I mean, I do get depressed during the year, but never like I do in December. It’s just messed up.
Anyway, I feel much better today, and my talisman has found its way back onto my head, so I expect another run of sunshine. All things considered, one black night where there used to be ten isn’t a bad step forward. Maybe next year I’ll do even better.
For now, though, I’ll just step through the remaining twenty days of this year and see how it goes.

3 thoughts on “The First Black Night of December”

  1. lenfercestlesautres

    Maybe it’s because you’re already expecting to feel bad? Or it’s the short days and long nights?

    Anyway… it’s good that you feel better!

  2. Sounds to me like it’s Christmas and your birthday and the same old end-of-the-year reflective crap that smart people (like us lol) go through. And then multiplied by 1000.

    Winter itself doesn’t bother me much. I don’t deal with Christmas very well and my birthday is just a few weeks after that … it’s hard.

    Drinking yourself into a stupor does have its good points. However, sleeping on the floor could be considered a bad point. It all evens out by March.

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