For those of us with seasonal affective disorder, Thanksgiving thru Christmas is usually a rough time. I am trying some new ways to push back against this darkness.
Accepting physical lethargy: instead of feeling ashamed of how slow I am, just realizing that's the way it is. Maybe I get so overheated the rest of the year, I need this slow time at some deep level.
Putting one foot ahead of the other: Literally and symbolically. Walking seems to be a calming exercise, and is easier than going to the gym right now. Symbolically, just trying to keep going with work, but slowly.
Reaching out to friends: being honest with friends who want to know how I am has been liberating. I try not to lean on people too much, but maybe we can take turns.
Caring less about "what people will think." Even when I'm not deep into winter depression, going to the grocery is almost as hard as working in Russia. [Hence, might as well work in Russia.] But as I contemplated the sorry state of my manicure and hair this morning, trying to work up the energy to buy Thanksgiving food, I had a revelation: People here already know I'm mentally ill! I've given speeches to thousands of people here. If they see me look a little under the weather, they will know why.
Preparing early for Christmas with the children: The more I can do in November, the less anguish I will experience in December. Of course it helps to cut expectations, cut the greeting card list, cut back on activities. Just rest...what a concept.
Trying to keep a sense of humor:. This darkness and lethargy will come every year, despite having a psychiatrist, being on meds, and getting lots of interpersonal support. I'm trying to find the humor in the little humiliations of daily life in November-December. Hey it's probably good practice for being old.
Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to my fellow bipolar folk, hang in there, this too shall pass.