I have been telling myself forever and a day now that I have SAD (seasonal affective disorder. It has been so long that I believe it. How can I not? It’s just lately I’m questioning the validity of it all. Is it true? Maybe it was a gloomy day, or perhaps it just felt that way because I did. Even so, does that mean I have a disorder?
You know how the song goes – Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine
Into each heart some tears must fall
But some day the sun will shine.
And that, my dear, is how life is – light and shadow, the yin and the yang, what goes up must come down….It does not mean I have SAD, even though I am sad some gloomy and rainy days. On other such days, I’m restful, creative – baking, cleaning, sewing, reading, writing up a storm. We all have our moments. It’s how we are wired. Let me not label myself in disorders. Let me accept and revel in the kaleidscope of my emotions.