I dislike winter. A lot.

Yesterday and today after work I’ve felt kind of anxious and like there’s not enough time. I wasn’t quite sure why. I just looked out my window and figured out why: it’s dark out and has been for about a half hour. It’s going to get darker even sooner in a few weeks. I really dislike coming home from work and it getting dark a half hour later. Getting dark early makes it feel later than it actually is. When it doesn’t get dark till 9 in the summer, it seems like there’s so much more time in the day. Even though there’s not actually less time between 4:30 and when I have to go to bed at 11:30, it feels like it.

I don’t like it at all.

  • Ugh. I wouldn’t mind winter if we lived somewhere like a little more…south.

    Love you baby!

  • You guys should move farther west; in Indiana it doesn’t get dark int he winter until 6:30! It gets dark at 4:30 in MA in the winter and I hate it.

  • I feel like that every winter. I shouldn’t complain because at least I don’t get “real” winters where I live. But the darkness bothers me. It’s not quite the dark part of winter here yet. But it gets to where the sun is barely up when I go to work and when I leave, it’s already been dark for 30 minutes. I realized last year that my depression gets worse during the winter because I don’t get enough sunlight.

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