So it begins again. Coulds cover the sky, the temperature goes down, the wind will blow, the sun will disappear sooner... And with that my mood is slowly becoming more melancholic. Every year when I see the first signs of it happening I get the picture of a cold dark evening in my head. It's uncomfortable. It's not lively. It's stern. It's like going from a sleeping on a couch to sleeping on the floor.
And I know that realistically nothing changes and that I should be actually happy right now but when I see and feel the weather my mind goes into blues. It didn't use to be this way. It's probably because it was fall and winter when I had my heaviest depression episode. And I got better in summer. Since then I associate fall and winter with melancholia.