The therapists couch
It seems like March is when my mental health takes a dive. I’ve been diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD, ironically). SAD is a type of depression brought about by changes in seasons. It begins and ends at about the same times every year. After long periods of Kentucky gray skies, my symptoms tend to start in late winter / early spring and dissipate into Summer.
During this period, I tend to be prone to anxiety attacks, anger, feelings of disconnect and an urge to just run away. I use to brush off this yearly feeling as simply a case of the “winter blues” or a seasonal funk that I have to tough out on my own. I’ve tried light therapy and various antidepressants to no avail. I have learned that a mental health check up seems to do the trick. I make 4-6 visits to a trusted counselor that seems to steady this ship.
The most recent visit(s) were the inspiration to embrace my view on life and to embrace my restlessness.