Every single summer, I blog about how much I hate heat. Hate is not even close to what I feel for those excruciatingly hot summer days where the heat rolls off the pavement, chokes you, and makes you run for the air conditioned building.
It was hot here yesterday - I think we hit 91 degrees. Technically, summer doesn't begin until Sunday, but this is Nebraska, and the weather doesn't do what it's "supposed" to do.
But the other thing that comes along with my hatred of heat is how it makes me feel emotionally. I fight off depression a lot during the summer months. I feel lethargic and unmotivated, despite staying inside where it's nice and cool.
I've often wondered why I dislike this time of year so much. There are certain aspects of it I enjoy. Picnics, the 4th of July, baseball games, sitting outside on the deck watching the sun set, the beautiful flowers. When I was younger, the "no school" thing was wonderful, too. However, the first time I ever struggled with a deep depression was during the summer months. I think that my brain somehow remembers that and whenever summer hits, it triggers those feelings to haunt me again.
With everything that I've recently been through, I'm not looking forward to battling these same ol' summer blues. I think I have the opposite of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I do better when there's less light!
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