No, I don't have the "winter blues", despite what my long-term silence on this blog might indicate. (I'll remedy that, I promise!) My winter blues stem from a totally different source, one that usually is not psychological.
Now, I hate the cold. I hate the snow. I hate the ice and the slush and the gray, cloudy skies. I hate winter. My hatred of winter has seemed to grow worse as I've gotten older. I hate driving in the snow. I hate hauling my kids out to run errands in the cold. I hate being petrified of slipping on ice or slush.
I hate many things about winter, but the thing that I hate most is the pain. Every year here in Utah, we get that one really cold, wet storm. The one that suddenly moves in after a dry, relatively warm spell. Well, actually, we end up getting quite a few of them during the winter months, but it's the first one that's the worse. My bones start to ache. I become acutely aware of every single joint in my entire body....it feels like every little bit of cartilage has completely disappeared. I begin to feel like an 80-year old arthritic patient. It's like the body aches that usually accompany the flu, but about a hundred times worse.
I don't mean to sit and have a pity party for myself. (I already did that the other day. LOL.) Once it stays cold for a few days, my body normalizes and everything is back to "normal" again. But until then, I will keep taking my over-the-counter painkillers that don't seem to work much, and use my best puppy-dog eyes to solicit extra back rubs from my husband. :)