On “seasonal depression”
It’s March, and I’m still struggling to get out of bed. Friends call it “seasonal depression” but I feel it’s something more profound. My entire social life has shifted recently— and no, I don’t mean it shifted a full year ago… This is not since the “since the start of the pandemic” sort of thing. In early 2020, when this all was still pretty new for us, I visited parents. I brunched with friends. I did Zoom happy hours. I dated. But something changed this winter. The connections I struggled to maintain—the longtime friendships of more than five years—most of them sort of fell off.
I often recoil at the knee-jerk rationale to things: “Oh Saul, it’s the pandemic. We are all feeling that,” and maybe we are. But it took me awhile to realize how angry it made me.
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