
Where I live (the boonies at the Dutch-German border) this April has been exceptionally somber and cold so far, throwing in some frostbitten nights and even a hailstorm yesterday. Yes, the landscape is now getting green, beginning to show fresh leaves and even some first blossoms. Hesitantly. Real spring, that appeared to be on its way in March, stubbornly fails to arrive. When occasionally there is sun, it’s a kind of watery, weak, wintery sun.
I can tell you I’ve taken to something I normally never do: visiting weather websites almost every day. I keep looking at next week’s forecast with the same hopeful expectancy that will get lottery subscribers to check the lottery’s website time and again. It doesn’t look good yet. No prize coming any time soon.
Does this bad weather make me more depressed? Yes, to be honest it does. I can only hope that when the weather will finally get better – maybe not until May – I will begin to feel better myself again, too.
The interaction between this kind of weather and one’s own mood is a typical example of how depression can reinforce itself. Often, there’s a kind of downward spiral at work here. Depression can make you overly sensitive to your surroundings: when there’s somberness around you, you somehow suck it in and that gloominess becomes almost like a part of yourself. This can make you more depressed; and in turn that will make you even more sensitive to your somber environment, and that will… yes, produce an ongoing downward spiral.
Is there a way to stop such a spiral?
If there is, I must say I’ve not really found it. One way would of course be to shield yourself from your environment. But this is often not wise, because this can reinforce your depression in other ways.
In my case, I could for example try to ignore the bad weather by concentrating on other things – such as staring at my computer screen still more than I already do (instead of going out, or looking out of the window). But this means intensifying some kind of isolation: and that’s really not a good thing to do when you feel depressed.
Any alternative solutions?
Some of my friends keep telling me I should concentrate on those blossoms that have already appeared, looking out-of-place in this bad weather but still bravely defying all the wind, cold and rain. Well, this is easily said but frankly, I don’t feel this really helps. In my depressed mood, those blossoms make the weather feel only worse, more cruel.
Maybe the best option is resignation, strengthened by the certainty that, even if it’ll take many more weeks, eventually spring is bound to arrive. Reminding oneself that this stretch of bad weather is only a temporary setback that, endless as it may seem, will not last forever. If this is a kind of lottery, then it is a lottery that we’re sure to win at some point in time, right?
In the meantime, there’s also a different kind of blossom: the first lone fly has already arrived in my living room again. I guess it’s happy to have found shelter from the biting cold outside. Maybe I should also see it as a buzzing, stray messenger of better times ahead…
– For the moment, here is a great guitarist to help us get through: Little Toby Walker with a song from his 2002 album Back in the Groove. For more about him and his music, go to his Toby Walker website.
Click the “Play” button to hear him with his Bad Weather Blues:


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May 22, 1859 –






I live in Malta, statistically I believe we have the(or one of the) highest average number of sunny days per year in the world. Of course I still suffer from depression nonetheless, in fact I remember one particular depressive episode at the height of summer in July.(So non-gloomy weather certainly can lead to gloomy moods) I think weather is most oppressive when it does not change. I always associated the endless long days sun with what kept me distant from everyone else; everyone is perfectly happy going to beaches, partying, sipping cold drinks by the sea yet it’s extremely isolating for anyone who isn’t feeling happy.
Suffering from depression in a sunny, happy place can be bitch. The feeling is slightly like Christmas, you know you’re supposed to be happy but you are not.
However this year we had a longer, darker winter. Sometimes it was colder here than it was in England. Haha I felt rather depressed how the winter didn’t change either! But honestly the best advice I can give you is turning yourself into a character; fictionalise yourself almost. Turn yourself into Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights that blazes through the Scottish Highlands, you know it’s a fiction but it’s an incredibly useful fiction. I think the biggest problem with people like us is that a day or a week can feel like an eternity and we cannot see change in sight. Know that if there’s one constant thing about the universe, is inconstancy, change,upheaval. Weather always will change, go through its motions.
Yes of course depression can have so many causes, both internal and external, that often the weather (gloomy or sunny) is simply irrelevant… The “beach isolation” effect you describe is more or less the same as the “birthday party isolation” effect I posted about in Nov. 2010 (see http://stayontop.org/2010/11/25/fleeing-the-party/). I particularly like your remark about change. Very true: seeing no possibility of change at the horizon = losing all hope!
As for Heathcliff, maybe I myself would like to temporarily be Sherlock Holmes, artfully hiding himself as a lone but watchful camper behind some Dartmoor boulders (in the Baskerville story). I think your “fictionalizing” advice is interesting (will need to think a little more about that) but don’t forget that for some people this also brings a danger of going way too far: fleeing into a kind of escapist fantasy world to the point of losing their own identity. I’ve seen some such people in psychiatry wards…