And from out of nowhere....

There's a lot of shit information out there about SAD.  Like a LOT.
Tis the time of year that Seasonal Affective Disorder gets attention in the media and ding-dong journalists fill their required space with malarky, half-truths and every once and a while a few correct facts will make it through the cracks.

Hmm - - that's not where I thought this post was going - but what the heck - lets run with it.

SAD is not a mood. It's not a 'snap out of it' situation.

 There are times when I want to pummel those that are just trying to help with their cheery advice. For the record. a fucking pedicure does not make everything better!  Your toes are prettier (which is always good) but your head is still all fuct up.

Holiday blues, seasonal blues and winter blues are not the same effin thing. 

SAD is full blown depression. An annual depression that you can almost date on the calendar in other words it's like being tied to the damn tracks and you can see the train a comin'.  

Though I personally don't like, like, really don't like, being cold,

  cold temperatures are not a cause of SAD. 

 It's the lack of light. In my case, thinking the cold was a depression factor, I even moved countries to try and escape it. And one gloomy subtropical winter and low and behold SAD symptoms appeared  (granted it was short lived *sigh* I miss flowers in February).

It's not new, it's not a fad

and it's not a cake walk -  It got a name in the early 80's but it's been observed  medically for at least 100years.

It is not a whiney woman thing. 

And I'll boy-punch anyone who says so.  It does seem to affect more women then men BUT - I THINK there are two reasons for this  One, women tend to admit how their feeling and Two we are the lucky recipients of PMS - which thanks to SAD tends to get worse in the winter and therefore more pronounced symptoms and side effects (sounds great doesn't it)   My Dad has Seasonal Affective Disorder. He hates to admit it and would be pissed at me for saying so, but I know it when I see it, and I grew up in the house.... (at this point you should feel sorry, very sorry, for my mother with 2 miserable winterists in the house - Christmas was/is a joyride)

For those of you who think it's nothing to worry about - - if you have ever observed your own thoughts, or experienced the 'where did that come from' mental aftershocks, when a concept of  "drive into that pole and it all goes away"  goes screaming through your thoughts - then you know what I'm talking about.  If you haven't, well... you are just going to have to trust me,

it's disturbing, unpleasant and shakes your foundations

Regardless of how cognizant you are of your sub-conscience actions, it is unsettling to have your brain be the aforementioned runaway train that suggests ending it all.   (This is where my extreme empathy kicks in for those with bipolar and extended depression issues)


Ok I think I exhausted myself.
I haven't got the steam to continue ranting about the stupidity of the media and half-ass journalists. How about I just round it out to a check your fucking facts people.

check.

 your.

 fucking.

 facts.