I skipped quilting class tonight. Not good. I am feeling down. I really and truly think I have Summer Sad. If I look back at my visits to my doctor for my depression, it almost ALWAYS is in March, April, or May. Never have I had a problem in fall or winter. I kind of almost always dread the summers – not the days off! – but the summer itself. I feel out of place, I feel content in the winter, I feel cozy, warm, relaxed, renewed. I don’t know. I must discuss this with Mark over dinner tonight.
I think I’m on to something…
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