Welcome To SAD Season

Welcome to SAD season, where Daylight Savings Time has officially ended and Seasonal Affective Disorder has officially begun.  The uphill battle/fight to stay out of the mental hospital and stay off ECT has also officially begun.   Here’s what I am doing to fight the good fight:  sitting in front of my therapy light for an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon; walking mile after mile to get that exercise in and those good endorphins flowing; getting support from and staying in touch with others on the blogosphere; and maintaining this consistency day by day the hardest of all.  There’s also the givens:  Daily doses of mood stabilizers and anti-depressants, and weekly therapy.  For the most part, these are things I don’t want to do. In fact, I don’t want to do anything. I feel like a total slug. That is why this is a fight. My definition of self control is simply this:  Doing what I don’t want to do, knowing it’s good for me.  By contrast, it could also be defined as: Not doing what’s bad for me.  Just as hard.  But, by doing what’s good for me, I have a better chance at abstaining from the bad stuff (excessive sugar, marijuana, alcohol).  Just like the alcoholics, this is a one-day-at-a-time proposition.  So, for today, I have one good thing done so far, sitting in front of my light.  Next on deck, I have plans for exercise.  Knowing that I will be filling out my self-monitoring spreadsheet kind of motivates me.  I want to be able to say that I did good things.  And I want that Beck score to be low.  Or at least not too high.  I’m going to allow myself a super-caffeinated drink, then I’m off to the hiking trails.  What’s your plan for winter survival, Stan?  Peaches!

8 thoughts on “Welcome To SAD Season

  1. Ugh…SAD…yes, it is that time. It has somewhat snuck up on me. I must say I am jealous of you using your sunlamp for two hours a day — I can use mine ten minutes here or there, but *almost* every year, it brings on mania and cycling like a madwoman. So while I would LOVE to, I must not, or at least too much. So glad to see you posting like the star you are! ❤

    • Wow thanks for the beautiful compliment!!! Sorry to hear that the SAD lamp doesn’t work for you like it does for me. I guess my brain likes to hang out on the depressive end of things, so the lamp is essential. I sometimes wish I was more on the manic side, mainly so I could have more energy, but then I remember what mania is really like (impulsive behavior, financial ruin, regrets like a motherfucker) and I kinda get my ass in check 🙂

  2. Oh darling….I can understand this. I had lived in Florida for most of my life before five years ago when I moved to Asheville. I did not know what it was to feel this SAD shit. Now, as winter is arriving I start to prepare with several vitamins, and making sure that I get outdoor activities one way or another. I wish you luck. Love you, lady.

  3. So glad to see someone posting about the SAD aspect of bipolar disorder (and depression), but it also evokes empathy in me because I know how distressingly difficult it is. I saw my psychiatrist this past Friday and he mentioned using a sun lamp – the one I have is called a happy light – an hour before sunrise and an hour after sunset. I don’t know that I’ll have the time to do both, but maybe I can get at least an hour in each day – my school schedule has me away from home at terrible times for using the lamp…

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