There is a crisis affecting our generation, and it is has to stop. No, it’s not the property market or the fact we spend all our money on avocados and Meal Deals, though I do wish I could solve the former by foregoing the latter. We have become obsessed with being busy. We moan about it, brag about it, feel guilty when we aren’t it and seem to generally feel the need to live our lives at a million miles an hour, fuelled by a Starbucks Venti Pumpkin Spice Coconut Milk Latte and a to-do list so long that it rivals the Great Wall.
Seasonal Affective Disorder – shortened to SAD (what wanker came up with that?) – is essentially a form of depression, often accompanied by anxiety, that is triggered by the Autumn and Winter months. The changing of seasons affects us all in some shape or form, even if it’s just that bit harder to climb out of bed in the morning knowing that you’re probably going to have to defrost your car, however for SAD sufferers the effects can be severe and debilitating.
I feel as though this post should come with a bit of a warning. It’s about 90% word dump and 10% structure. I’m not really sure what the topic is, or what the theme is, or what I hope to achieve with writing it other than sharing a little more of my story with you. I began to write about my recently renewed sense of self-belief and confidence in my own future but it prompted me to reflect on what caused me to lose it in the first place.