Since I can remember, I have always felt better in winter than in summer. It was contrary to what everyone was saying, as if seasonal depression existed only in winter. Their complaints about shorter days and low temperatures made me feel like I had stepped out of sync with the entire rhythm of society. I wasn’t sad in the cold months. I was finally functional. And that left me feeling quietly alienated from the humankind.

At some point, I started listing what actually affects my mood, and the items pointed in the opposite direction of what was the standard narrative.

• way too hot
• allergies flaring up
• sun blasting my eyes
• long days

I simply perform better in dark and cold environments. My brain works, my mood steadies, my senses stop fighting the world. Maybe I’m not built for perpetual daylight, maybe.. I’m a bat??

With dedication to Merle :D

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