I developed a theory today while jogging in the long-awaited, warm New England sunshine. It’s possible that the day you were born may actually have a direct impact on your favorite time of year.
I was born on June 6th and my Dad would tell me, over and over, “You were born on D-Day”. Well, that explains why I tend to be a mental disaster most of the time (except for the times I am manically happy). Enter early June – the time of year that says good-bye to rain and hello to sun, budding trees and flowers in full bloom. I can now bid my Seasonal Affect Disorder farewell and embrace my June birth. The closer I get to sporting flip flops and sundresses, the happier I am.
Our eldest son was born April 22nd. It makes perfect sense that he lives for the Red Sox, the chance of a play-off and the pursuit of a World Series pennant. He dusts off the golf clubs on the heels of the Masters tournament. Add in the Celtics and Bruins post-season play, and you understand how well defined he is by Boston sports.
My husband was born Oct. 20th. The love of leaf season, crisp air and the landscape of autumnal colors on the shores of Lake George in the Adirondacks at his family’s summer home. His joy escalates as he bikes, golfs and escapes the oppressive summer heat and humidity.
But what about those born in winter? Do they become indoor folks versus outdoor people? Do they find what they need to thrive? Do they snap on their crampons and take to the ice, learn to ski or do they just hibernate?
Wondering about that makes me manic again … so I digress. But I do know one thing – I am infinitely happier in June than January. How about you?
STAND UP FOR DEPRESSION: A stand up comedy routine defending our right to be depressed
In Science they teach you how to conduct an experiment. Variables, Constants, stuff like that.
Here’s how you know Depression is ALL IN YOUR HEAD.
A perfectly sunny day emerges and you are finally happy. Happy, happy, happy.
Then, a week of cloudy days follows, you’re depressed all week. The variable you think must be THE SUN.
But then the sun comes back and shit, you are still depressed.
So what happened to the sun variable? The variable must be your mind.
Some therapists believe depression is anger turned inwards. No way. I think anger is depression turned outwards. Fuck you, former friend.
Speaking of friends, Who wants to be friends with someone who is depressed? Put another way, who seeks out their friends when they are truly depressed. It’s a no win. Bottom line: Depression time is time spent alone.
I get why comedians turn tragedy in to comedy. Who better to understand what is funny in life than someone who suffers? The legitimate defense mechanism for constant depressive thought patterns IS comedy. If you are clever enough to figure that out– comedy is the cure all for depression. Besides it’s legal and non habit forming.
I admit I’m a bit of a manic depressive, though I hate the sound of that as much as being called “neurotic”. You know no one ever compliments someone with “She’s awesome, and so neurotic”. As for my manic depressive tendencies, it could be a good thing, if my highs were high enough, but they are only mediocre. My lows, however, they hit pay dirt.
If you can be good at skiing and golf, why can’t you brag about being good at depression.
I AM good at depression, and I’ve recently figured out how this can be a good thing.
How’s that you ask?
Well, if you can get depressed over nothing but day to day living , think how prepared you will be when something really crappy hits you.
Unlike those unfamiliar with this mood disorder, you will hit depression as if you’re spending time with an old friend. “This is so familiar”, you’ll think, like we never were apart, because you never were apart.
Hey if depression were a sport, I’d be an elite athlete.
I’m pretty sure you can learn to live with depressive episodes if you know they come and go, especially if you have an arsenal of tools that work for you. My tool box includes: yoga, taking walks, forcing smiles, healthy foods, and of course an ounce of hashish brownies every day. Just kidding about the brownies.