I also find winter very trying. I spend about three months dreading autumn, then this year I also fell into a depression after autumn passed. It’s strange because the weather hasn’t been that cold. So I look back now and realize that I’ve spent months worrying about winter and it hasn’t been that bad at all.
I hate the cold, it does something weird to me. I have bad memories of the cold in my past and I think it could be that, or maybe I just hate the cold, not sure. I hate how mornings here are dark until around 10 am and even when it is light it seems to be a twilight, then it goes dark again around 3.30 pm. The overall look is dreary. I try and convince myself it is romantic and very ‘noir’ but it’s not working. You’ve inspired me to ask a question!