The thoughts of winter fills me with dread, I absolutely loath it.
I would say half of the year in the UK is like 6 months of harsh winter and i become, for use of a better word, a hermit, added to which the long dark days are enough to make anyone weep, I rarely venture out, and certainly not at night, for i am nervous in the dark. and driving becomes a nightmare, not that i like driving at the best of times, but drive I have to because the nearest shops are 2 miles away, it really is no fun. I could really shut myself away for 6 months which means a wasted life, and when i think of it, half of my life has been quite solitary , even as a child.
Outwardly I am deemed to be a very sociable, which i am, but we become good actors and its a cover for depressive episodes, and depression is certainly heightened through the winter.
Where am I going they ask me, and i have to say i don't know.?