
divinemistress36
Angelic
- Jan 1, 2024
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Spring/Summer makes me feel even more suicidal cause its to damn bright outside and even more peopley..
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And then Chester Bennington not to soon after. I always assumed.cause people start to have more energy in spring than winter to ctbThe months for the highest suicide rate ( in the Northern hemisphere ) are April, May and June.
These rates are higher than the rates in winter - typically 2 to 3 times higher.
Chris Cornell of Soundgarden wrote the song " Black hole sun " about the phenpmenon of the suicide rate rise during Spring.
He C.T.B in May 2017.
Thats so true its a reminder of fun times as a kidI relate 100%!!! I'm glad I'm not the only one. It's usually always 'muh winter depression!!'
I have summer depression for two reasons:
1. My sleep habits are bad. I go to bed 2-3am, which works fine in winter but not in summer. That's because I live in a high up latitude where in summer it gets light at 3am and dark at 11pm. And the birds start singing at 2am. So by the time I close my eyes to try to sleep, I hear and see first signs of daytime, so my mind freaks out trying to hurry to sleep. Sleep anxiety or anxious insomnia basically. Also, it's so bright that window covers don't keep out all light, so if I fall asleep I wake up a lot.
2. When the weather is sunny I am reminded of happy times in my childhood and part of adult life with what I thought was the love of my life. Crippling nostalgia, basically (which was a serious medical condition when first described and should be classified as such again, maybe as a subcategory of depression rather than just an internet meme). So memories just pop into my mind and I cry about what once was and is lost forever, basically almost like torture where someone pokes me in the head hundreds of times a day (which I would actually prefer over mental pain).
Yeah, suicides of bipolar people increase greatly in spring, maybe its because of when they are in the manic phase ?And then Chester Bennington not to soon after. I always assumed.cause people start to have more energy in spring than winter to ctb
Thats so true its a reminder of fun times as a kid
same here. luckily once real summer hits it's only very peopley once it cools off here. but since I moved to where I am now I get the sads in summer vs winter since things tend to not freeze here.Spring/Summer makes me feel even more suicidal cause its to damn bright outside and even more peopley..
I related so much to this i have constant childhood memory flashbacks when i was free from depression and CTB thoughts during this time and my sleep pattern is fucked up to oblivion i live like vampire without a sleep using energy drinks to keep mr going during the dayI relate 100%!!! I'm glad I'm not the only one. It's usually always 'muh winter depression!!'
I have summer depression for two reasons:
1. My sleep habits are bad. I go to bed 2-3am, which works fine in winter but not in summer. That's because I live in a high up latitude where in summer it gets light at 3am and dark at 11pm. And the birds start singing at 2am. So by the time I close my eyes to try to sleep, I hear and see first signs of daytime, so my mind freaks out trying to hurry to sleep. Sleep anxiety or anxious insomnia basically. Also, it's so bright that window covers don't keep out all light, so if I fall asleep I wake up a lot.
2. When the weather is sunny I am reminded of happy times in my childhood and part of adult life with what I thought was the love of my life. Crippling nostalgia, basically (which was a serious medical condition when first described and should be classified as such again, maybe as a subcategory of depression rather than just an internet meme). So memories just pop into my mind and I cry about what once was and is lost forever, basically almost like torture where someone pokes me in the head hundreds of times a day (which I would actually prefer over mental pain).