A great big HUMPH on SAD
Jan. 6th, 2004 05:53 amFor turning my whole sleeping schedule upside-down, I THWACK at you, insanely preposturous disorder.
Seasonal Affective Disorder runs in my family. I've known this since childhood. But I never really cared because it never affected me.
Until now.
When I'm up at school, staying up late is a given. But I always, always (well, with a few exceptions here and there) wake up in the morning, even if it's only two hours after falling asleep. I get up. I go to class or work. And then I stay up for another ridiculously long amount of time, like 24 or 32 hours or somesuch. And yet, I always (did I mention always?) get up.
NOT SO IN THE WINTER.
Harrumph!
*grumble to self* Stupid no-sun-rising-to-cue-my-brain-that-Hey!-It's-Time-To-Get-Up,-Kid!-disorder. Who even discovered this? Are there treatments? Why the hell do I have to get older and therefore susceptible to previously non-threatening hereditary annoyances?
I suppose God has a reason, but I can't help griping about it when it's keeping me from completing backlogged work necessary for graduation.
I despise being bitter. It's no fun for me or for those around me.
Oh, screw it, don't mind me. I'll be fine, really. Just needed to vent.
Hasta.
P.S. It was completely unintentional on my part that the "aggravated" hamster looks possessed by the minions of hell. That is all.
Seasonal Affective Disorder runs in my family. I've known this since childhood. But I never really cared because it never affected me.
Until now.
When I'm up at school, staying up late is a given. But I always, always (well, with a few exceptions here and there) wake up in the morning, even if it's only two hours after falling asleep. I get up. I go to class or work. And then I stay up for another ridiculously long amount of time, like 24 or 32 hours or somesuch. And yet, I always (did I mention always?) get up.
NOT SO IN THE WINTER.
Harrumph!
*grumble to self* Stupid no-sun-rising-to-cue-my-brain-that-Hey!-It's-Time-To-Get-Up,-Kid!-disorder. Who even discovered this? Are there treatments? Why the hell do I have to get older and therefore susceptible to previously non-threatening hereditary annoyances?
I suppose God has a reason, but I can't help griping about it when it's keeping me from completing backlogged work necessary for graduation.
I despise being bitter. It's no fun for me or for those around me.
Oh, screw it, don't mind me. I'll be fine, really. Just needed to vent.
Hasta.
P.S. It was completely unintentional on my part that the "aggravated" hamster looks possessed by the minions of hell. That is all.