The curse of the Summer season

I have just read an interesting article about how the Spring and Summer seasons can turn into Hell for depression sufferers. Indeed, even though everything seems to be all about sunshine, barbecues, holidays, flowers, social gatherings and festivals, it is not the case for everyone. Of course, psychologists and such like have to put a silly label on it - "Reverse sad" - but it is good to read about it on a mainstream website because yes, it does exist, and yes, it is horrendous and debilitating.

The article is here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-13546925

In the Summer of 2001, I was just starting to come out of the worst bout of depression I'd ever had, but was still seriously licking my wounds. The Summer terrified me. I stayed locked up in my room for two months. Ultimately, by September, the Black Wave came back with a vengeance and was to last another 4 months.
I have now won the battle and no longer feel the way I did about the Summer season - although you'd never catch me on a beach wearing a bikini, and I do wear black whenever I want to!
The advantage in Britain is that the temperature rarely goes over 25 degrees, which is my limit... Over this I cannot function properly.  

During the Summer of 2001, I wrote a lot, and completed quite a few of the texts that make up the - yet unpublished - "Dysfunctions" collection.
Reading this BBC article made me think of the text "Today's the Day" from the aforementioned collection, and I am adding it below. It is not fun, but life isn't always a b, is it?

TODAY’S THE DAY

Today’s a good day to die,

Coz the sun is shining

And now blue is the sky

Pretty girls are smiling

Today’s a good day to die

Because now it is summer

Everything’s covered in silver dye

Eyes the colour of amber

Today’s a good day to die

Seduction is on its way

And warm is the alibi

Everyone comes out and play

Today’s a good day to die

Please let me stay in here

If I’d got out,

I’d melt and cry

Leave me alone with all my fears

Today’s a good day to die

I can hear the screams of children

They are all so innocent and high

Pain always comes all of a sudden

Today’s a good day to die

‘coz I’m tired of my face

Now there’s nothing to deny

There’s nothing left but bareness


Today’s the first day of Summer

Definitely the best day to die