I grew up in a household that was very active, not active in that we exercised, but we were active in the way we constantly had something going on. My family was always on the go. Almost every weekend we were camping, fishing, going to water parks, going to grandmas, going to the movies, going skating, etc. We lived a pretty entertaining life. While we didn’t have many luxuries growing up, my parents found other ways to keep us all actively entertained. We went so much so that as an adult, I don’t know what to do with myself if I have nothing to do. That’s just not an option for me. Which is exactly where my winter blues came to life, and where a lot of other peoples’ SAD comes into play as well.
As a young child, and in middle school, I didn’t care about the weather. I was going, going, going — I didn’t care about the cold, I was going to build that snowman or igloo even if it was freezing out! I just wanted to have fun and play, as we all do at that age. But, when I reached high school, the brisk air mixed with my chilling realization that I was too old for what once kept me occupied, seemed to hit a little different. I didn’t want to play in the snow, go sledding or even be in the cold air anymore… I wanted to be with my friends. Typically, in the wintertime, there isn’t a ton to do, so gatherings were rare, and activities infrequent.
Moving on to after high school, (which felt just the same). I went camping, fishing, boating, swimming, hiking, shopping, flea marketing, etc, and had barbecues, gatherings, drinks on the patio at supper clubs, walked the strip to bar hop on weekends with friends, got ice cream from Culver’s every chance I got and even drove around just to cruise and listen to music. (Ooooh, I just had to take a brief pause from writing to go and reminisce over the good-old-days with my husband. All this fun young adult talk made me feel adventurous and wild again!) Anyway, all of those things I did, I did during the summer. When winter came, it was nothing but slush, cold, indoor game nights and darkness (the sky, I mean.) I mean, even going for a drive, or to get something to eat was an issue sometimes because of all the snow — that’s no fun! All of the summer excitement ending left me feeling very depressed and down.
This went on for years, the same thing every winter. Feeling down, depressed, tired, and fragile from January to May, hence my thinking I had SAD. I even started getting worse when I hit my early 20’s. January was terrible for me, because not only was I already sluggish and depressed, but now I had little to no money to spend, (because I spent it all on my extravagant Christmas gifts), and because of that, I was stressed and anxious as well.
I felt very ill for a while before my Crohn’s diagnoses, which caused me to lose friendships from not being able to do things as much, and also caused me to miss out on a lot of events. Eventually, a few years after my diagnoses, I was pretty used to not going anywhere, and I had very few friends as alcohol wasn’t good for my illness and that’s a majority of what goes on in Wisconsin, and I never knew when or where my illness would hit me, so I couldn’t make plans anymore. I just stuck to attending family events and hanging out with my hubby, (fiancé at the time). By this time, I had been taking vitamin D, electrolytes and upped my water intake for a couple years already. During one of those winters is when I first noticed that my SAD had lessened, by a ton, and that I hadn’t had the winter blues for a couple years.
Then, I opened a vintage/antique home decor shop on main street in my hometown. It was amazing, I absolutely loved traveling the states hunting for unique treasures. At the time, I felt as if it were something that had saved my sanity. That year, and the next two after that, my SAD hit me STRONG. This time, I didn’t lack energy or ambition, I was just very depressed. Which made sense, because there were no antique flea markets, junk events, or picking trips to go on during the winter. I couldn’t do what loved in the winter like I could in the spring, summer and fall. Not to mention, being open on weekends made me miss out on a lot of family events that happened on Saturdays, so I had that going on for me as well, AND my husband took a job that caused him to travel on the road for weeks at a time. So I got pretty lonely and depressed during those few winters.