I Wish I Were a Bear, Because Then SAD Would Mean It's Time For Hibernation

Elan Morgan

My face feels hot. My head aches with what feels like grief. I am allowing my failures to multiple insensibly. It must be November.

Some people are excited about the first snow. I know this is true, because I saw cheerful photos of pink cheeks and mittens yesterday. I, on the other hand, fell headlong into a despair pit. I do it every damn time.

I will find my way out, though. Don't worry. The first part always slams me a little hard. I will up my vitamin D dosage, sit a little longer in front of my SAD light, increase my time on the exercise bike, and eat more green vegetables. I would do even better, though, if society would also get with the program and let me be semi-hibernatory for six months every year.

If I were a bear, no one would judge. It feels like there's a bit of a double-standard going on here.

Who's with me on the semi-hibernation front?

I'm writing a post a day in November for BlogHer's NaBloPoMo.