Why does depression hit harder on cold gloomy days?
Its only May and I am already feeling the cold. I am contemplating a cold winter indoors and weekends in bed, hiding from the outside.
I am already exhausted this year. I work 5 days a week and I am exhausted and disinterested in getting up and out on the weekends.
January 2020 I spent on a warm tropical island in Queensland. I would give anything to be back there. In hindsight I took it for granted.
In normal economic times I have treated myself to a short holiday somewhere warm in the middle of winter.
This year I feel despair that I just don’t have the will, energy or finances to get on a plane to somewhere nice. I feel guilty for even wanting to get out of here, leaving a mess behind me.
My sons are both struggling with work and finances and all I want is to be on Daydream Island.
I honestly don’t know if I can keep going this year. I am so scared of the future. I want to make a move but I am stuck. Too old to work at this pace, but too poor to stop.
I wake up tired every morning and all I look forward to is staying in bed on the weekends.