February has been showing a pattern for me. Every year I feel like something is wringing all of the enthusiasm for life out of my soul right at this period. The circumstances never seem to matter; I could have a good job, decent friends, a girlfriend, whatever it is that's supposed to make me happy, and I always feel like crap during the late winter. Is it seasonal affective disorder? Well, from what I've read, that's caused by a lack of sunlight, and I hate sunlight. It gives me a headache. If anything, there's too much of it around here, during the winter; it's almost never overcast, and there's no leaves on the trees or any sorts of colors to catch and absorb the light. I hate the way it bounces off the dirty clumps of two week old snow that still hang around on one side of the street. It's not even a depression, exactly. I mean, I get depressed year round, often more intensely than this. It's like some new, unspoken of sh***y feeling. Like, if I'm depressed, I don't have the energy or enthusiasm to be full on depressed. I figured out this has been what's keeping me from sleeping. I can't meditate anymore. I just want it to f*****g end. Every year it comes and destroys whatever enthusiasm I've worked up for life over the past year. People will say, "oh, that's just the long winter blues" or something like that, but funny how it doesn't send anyone else into a coma. I could visit friends, but I don't even have the drive to do that, and what would be the point? Does anyone else have this?