Autumn Manoeuvres

[Claverhouse]

Well, the past few weeks having recognised the tempting pull to relapse as does an alcoholic wistfully sniffing the air beside a bar --- and now carefully avoiding the trigger thoughts; I just noticed that I played Robert Plant's relentless 'Sea of Love' twelve times in a row.

After coming out of a two-year stretch of clinical depression the longing to return to it is not massive, but this is a by-product of seasonal depressive syndrome. To be exact, every time autumn swings in I start the depression quite independently of major depressions or general well-being. Since I quite like autumn in itself --- I was born in it, I like the mournful mists and decline, I like the colours and there's not a lot of sun --- it is odd that this should happen every year.

Any other have a particular section of the year when spirits go down ?



Claverhouse

 

[Waterstiller]

My depression usually lifts around this time of the year. I absolutely love it.

In fact, my thread that I just posted in the INTP subforum was inspired by my intense love of Autumn.

 

[SEPKA]

I just answered to that thread before I read this one.
My spirit go down when spring come. I think it have something to do with the fact that exams are coming and fast-pen-swinger and fast-calculator-smasher are going to beat me even though many don't even understand even the meaning of each terms in a very simple equation that they use a lot.

 

[Polaris]

I used to live in a country with four seasons. Now I live in a country that seems to have two only, with vague transitional spasms. It drives me bonkers.

I love a good storm. A good storm makes me feel alive. Sunshine for days on end is quite depressing. Rain and cloudy for days on end: ditto.

Change is always welcome in my mind. I like autumn for its colours. I like winter for its nuances of white and blue. I like summer when it first begins, the change is visible almost by the minute. Spring is just plain confusing at first, the mood is all over the shop, and then there are weird chemical things going on in the body, as if I was some kind of plant.

I used to love the long summer nights. To favourite things combined.

 

[echoplex]

A quick search pulled up this picture, which I really liked. I love the colors of autumn. I typically get some depression early on in the fall, but once I adjust to the season I come to really appreciate the natural beauty of it. It's hard to stay sad when I look around.

 

[Claverhouse]

To prevent further misunderstanding, I am not actually talking about Autumn in itself, which I am very fond of, as indeed am I of storms --- sturm und drang --- rain, wind or any of these together: but of depressive states upon a cyclical basis; which have no relation to the pathetic fallacy trope of relating weather or season to mood.

Which is not to say that the fallacy is always wrong; although in general Nature is strictly indifferent.



Claverhouse

 

[loveofreason]

Winter is the mother of my pet insanities....

They scarper up to me with black tails beating and merry jowls slavering, overjoyed for the prospect of a feed.

Sometimes I think I scarcely care anymore. I can imagine turning to them and saying... Hello again my pretties... which vein would you like me to open? Let me save your delicate teeth the bother... And myself the futility of fighting. Not like it's my blood anyway.

S.A.D.

 

[Cavallier]

^Perhaps they would loose the desire? Blood taken willingly is never so good as a struggle after all.

Personally, I don't really suffer from depression in any sort of cyclical manner and haven't actually been officially depressed in years.But hot and humid summers are horrible horrible things. I can't sleep and instead lay in bed going over and over the bad things in my life. I chew on them like a dog on an old bone and it drives me mad. Exhaustion and the frustration of fighting things I can't really get a hold on leave me listless during the day. Especially after several months of this I develop terrible ennui and I wish for nothing less than a cool rock in a river to live under and a really good book.