Often referred to as SAD, the term “Seasonal Affective Disorder” refers to a form of depression supposed to occur only during cold winter months. Proponents of the notion cite less direct sunlight for “fooling” the brain into some kind of biological clock conundrum, releasing chemicals that cause decreases in mood, appetite, and motivation (viz. Circadian rhythm).  Residents of the Northeastern United States and, surely other parts of the world might better recognize the term by its other name, “daily life.”

This form of depression (“life”) can start affecting your personal relationships and obligations if left undiagnosed and able to persist. Before you know it, you’ll begin thinking that there’s something wrong with you, that you are clinically depressed and that the only answer is prescription medication, or worse… God.

Situations like the one currently on hand in New England and the greater Northeast lend to dire circumstance. And dire circumstance leads to desperate measures (i.e. Dire Straits).  It’s only a matter of time before the cabin fever brought on by the “New American Hoth” leads to a retro-post-apoc– hurdling humanity back into a frozen dark age of pre-combustible engine clan-societies.

But there is hope. Just as every rose has its thorn, every night blooms into day and each new winter sloshes away drearily like the cellulite of yesteryear’s backfanny. Whether you like it or not, the planet will continue its rotation around the Sun and as such its own rotation on a polarized magnetic axis—meaning sunlight to follow the darkness and seasons to play out in spades. (That is of course until the retro-post-apoc begins and heathen humanity boils into the festering nothingness of eternity).

And in these times of eternal darkness and utter depravity, some find marijuana to aide in the fight against SAD. Granted, they smoke even when it’s sunny out. But it helps then, too. Just remember to talk and express emotions to your loved ones and those around you. They know what it’s like. And have a dab, for Pete’s sake.

Natalie