It comes a'knocking

It is December, and I have been using my light box for almost 2 months now. I unpacked the full spectrum the same night I woke up and unpacked the first winter blanket.

 

My Season Affective Disorder seems to be fairly under control at this point. I have had two crying jags, the night with Wataguy after I quit my dance teacher and had to remain strong and mature as we discussed why and the Slugger day when I was hit with a broom by an unstable 5^th grader and was blamed for much of the attack, but I consider them to have had reasonable causes.

 

I can feel it lapping at my toes. My body aches more than should be expected and the starch cravings are kicking in. My sore limbs and increased apathy/ exhaustion make it increasingly more difficult for me to motivate myself to exercise but I know that the exercise helps keep these symptoms of SAD in check. At this point I still seem to be winning.The light box is helping me wake up at 6:30 each morning for my half hour of light over coffee, omelet, and whatever email and comments have come in overnight. …but I find it harder to concentrate once I am in the shower…time moves at the same pace but I am a few steps behind it. Evenings find me somewhat empty headed/ overly interested in internet bullshit but unable to reply to all the emails I should be getting to…the flip-side of this is that soon, when my mind fixates on small bits of mental flotsam, I will often have a hard time pulling away from picking at insignificant things, my mind will spin in circles when I should be sleeping and this will heighten the general drowsiness of the disease during daylight hours…

 

So, today I dipped back into two entries from last year which may explain things for those who have recently joined me, and which serve to remind me what happens.

 

One of my better explanations of how it affects my body and mind

And how I write when it is slamming me.

 

It comes a'knocking

It is December, and I have been using my light box for almost 2 months now. I unpacked the full spectrum the same night I woke up and unpacked the first winter blanket.

 

My Season Affective Disorder seems to be fairly under control at this point. I have had two crying jags, the night with Wataguy after I quit my dance teacher and had to remain strong and mature as we discussed why and the Slugger day when I was hit with a broom by an unstable 5^th grader and was blamed for much of the attack, but I consider them to have had reasonable causes.

 

I can feel it lapping at my toes. My body aches more than should be expected and the starch cravings are kicking in. My sore limbs and increased apathy/ exhaustion make it increasingly more difficult for me to motivate myself to exercise but I know that the exercise helps keep these symptoms of SAD in check. At this point I still seem to be winning.The light box is helping me wake up at 6:30 each morning for my half hour of light over coffee, omelet, and whatever email and comments have come in overnight. …but I find it harder to concentrate once I am in the shower…time moves at the same pace but I am a few steps behind it. Evenings find me somewhat empty headed/ overly interested in internet bullshit but unable to reply to all the emails I should be getting to…the flip-side of this is that soon, when my mind fixates on small bits of mental flotsam, I will often have a hard time pulling away from picking at insignificant things, my mind will spin in circles when I should be sleeping and this will heighten the general drowsiness of the disease during daylight hours…

 

So, today I dipped back into two entries from last year which may explain things for those who have recently joined me, and which serve to remind me what happens.

 

One of my better explanations of how it affects my body and mind

And how I write when it is slamming me.