Could it be the weather?
Before I moved to Portland four years ago, I braced myself. I had heard about grey skies and neverending winters. Rain, showers, and clouds. I recalled when I had moved from the West Coast to the East Coast for college: I sulked and sat in a depressed slump for over a day when I went through my first blizzard. I suspected that Portland's grey skies would similarly send me into a dampened state. I'm surprised that it didn't. Until now.
Four years later, as I look at the blank backdrop of a sky, I have this deep-down feeling of plain old yuck. I feel grey. blue. black. Whatever the color is, it isn't bright. Surely it could just be the circumstances of my autumn this year - the loss of a friend, the endless juggle (thereby resulting in the mama lush = mush phenomenon), the constant question of work vs. life, the loss of my grandfather.
But, then again, could it be the weather? Seasonal affective disorder maybe? Is the condition real? Have you had it? How have you handled it?