"SAD" Seasonal Affective Disorder

Please do not dismiss this...
Read on, there's a reason for it;
I can't be the only person that suffers from this
At least one of my FB friends I know suffers
Something similar
Here is the photographs of what it looks like...


Good morning my world
All & sundry
As I draw wide my curtains
Faced before me
Oh, dear lord am faced with this greyness
Hitting me right in the eyes
For it's as grey as can be
My spirits hitting a low
Right down to the soles of my feet
Dragging me into a mire of despair
Into the dregs of hell forever be
As your constantly weeping no reason at all
Grey days are a bane to me!
A gossamer fog in your mind pressing you down
This ache
Right there in the middle of your chest
Tightening your throat constricting
The very breath from you; You weep & cry out
As if the whole world hates you;
Right now I've tears flowing like a river
Control I can not this feeling within me
I could cry an ocean or two
Almost unbearable this ache
That I just want to hide Hibernate
Like that animal, I've become
Switch off completely;
For when darkness hits my world
These ghastly grey days
My mind hits rock bottom
On the grey days of my days
There's a term for it
I've known quite some time

It's called "SAD" Seasonal Affective, Disorder

But knowing what's it called helped me none
All I knew was that it was dying inside
Killing me my mind my heart in sorrow
But for what I knew not!
On days such as these hating those around me
Like a bear with a sore head forever I'll be
Just leave me, let me be I'd say hollering!
But it seems there's a light at the end
Of a very long tunnel; For this disorder
Harry a friend of mine put me on to it
For he recognised my symptoms, in my writing I guess,
Crawling through the gates of hell
Connie why don't you try this lamp it might help you
Says he!
It's this special lamp that emitting a very bright light
It doesn't hurt your eyes;
It just lifts that gossamer fog from you mind
It's amazing you can feel it happening
lifting from you mind
& that abominable ache in middle of your chest
Your heart diminishing;
Sitting here writing this, my lamps on
I feel so much more human...
That wild bear with a sore head dispersing from me!
It might not help everyone
Depending in, whatever condition you may have
But it seems to be helping me;
Right now my skies are grey
& I was feeling as miserable as sin
I switch my lamp on
Feeling much more like a human being:

Connie James