Waiting for Spring

tree_buds_horizIt occurred to me recently that I should just have my psychiatrist read this blog to track how I’m feeling. I’ve realized that writing is what you might call a “canary in the coal mine” for me. When I’m doing well, the writing comes easy and is fun as hell. Unfortunately, there are other times when the chemicals in my brain are not cooperating and I can’t seem to have a funny or original thought to save my life, let alone put it down on paper in any engaging way.

I’ve been working on a post for the last three days that I finally had to set aside today. The writing felt laborious and, no matter how much editing I did, I just couldn’t make it come together.  I’m clearly depressed despite what I told my shrink last week. You’d think by now I wouldn’t have to be hit over the head with glaringly obvious clues to know it’s time to remix the old antidepressant cocktail.

Instead, it took a complete meltdown in Starbucks during a conversation on the phone with Ad Man about the girls’ swim lessons for me to realize what was up. (You can understand why that might be a very emotional conversation. WTF?) I’m officially a wreck and cannot take another day of winter! When we moved to Atlanta, I knew the summers were going to suck, but I didn’t imagine that the winters would suck too. I’m like the poster child for Seasonal Affective Disorder. It also doesn’t help that I’ve had a migraine every day for the last week and a half.

Fortunately, there was a tiny glimmer of hope as I was walking down the street after my Starbucks breakdown today. I passed by a tree with buds on it! The trees are budding despite the unseasonably cold weather and threats of snow. I stopped to take a photo to remind myself that no matter how long and hard the winter is, it eventually comes to an end and is followed by spring. No matter what.

Anyway, this is a very long way of asking you to please be patient with me if my posts seem to be sparse and less than hilarious these days. I’m just holding on by my fingernails, waiting for spring.

12 thoughts on “Waiting for Spring

  1. Right there with you. Well, right here in Boston but fighting the winter blues just the same. I’m a parrot in the mineshaft- I just keep saying the same stuff over and over hoping someone will get me the hell out of here! Hang in there. Spring IS on the way.

  2. You and me both – I am craving it – but you know it won’t be long before it’s here…we need the seasons to remind us of the beauty of Spring otherwise we’d take it all for granted. Winter is good for the soul – it allows you to be depressed and in a funk so it’s all upwards from there for the rest of the year xxx

  3. Well, if you’re looking for bright sides, at least you don’t live up here. There’s two feet of snow on either side of my car right now up in here in crazy Canada. Spring’s three months away if we’re lucky. I know that won’t make you feel any better. Hopefully you don’t have to spend too much time on MARTA down there. That’s enough to push ANYONE over the edge – in any season. Keep writing.

    • Thanks, Onepage. You are a stronger person than I am! I grew up in Chicago and have been moving to warmer and warmer places ever since. Unfortunately, I left the nice, warm winters back in LA. Wishing you an early spring!

  4. My couch is a horribly uncomfortable couch but, shockingly, a rather comfortable bed. If needed! We’re past the halfway mark for January so help *is* on the way, albeit not as fast as one would like.

  5. I feel your pain. It took me a few decades before I was able to recognize that ye olde crazy pill cocktail needed adjustment. And I definitely think that this winter has been especially difficult. Winter in GA sucks, but it doesn’t usually suck this badly. With the cold temps and all the rain, it’s a wonder those of us with SAD haven’t collectively jumped off the 17th Street bridge. Hang in there. Spring is just around the corner!

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