Most people get depressed in the winter. I'm the exact opposite. Summer is nice enough until it's not. I much prefer hoodies, jeans, boots, football, hayrides, hot chocolate, blankets, fireplaces, fat turkeys, and Jingle Bells. I do enjoy a nice pool day, warmth on my shoulders, cooking out, and fireworks, but I'm happiest in the fall and winter months. And I don't know why that is. What can I say? I'm just not a summer girl.
The truth is I've been struggling. I'm not sleeping well. I can't stay focused on household chores. I can't even stay focused on a tv show or book. I've been moody and down in the dumps for too long. I've been doing great about not wallowing in self-pity though. I continue to get out of the house to do fun things with family and friends. I just haven't found the one thing to snap me out of this funk.