11 April 2006


Once an English professor said that more suicides happen in early April, not because of holidays but because springtime is supposed to be the promise of something better. Cherry blossoms, more sunlight, everyone looks forward to this in the winter. For a depressed person, though, it doesn't give hope (unless you have the Seasonal Affective Disorder, I think that's what it's called.) Squashing of hope leads to despair, thus the suicides.

I don't suffer from clinical depression, though I can feel low at times. I do find less joy in April than I used to. I lost two grandparents in April. I took Cinnamon home on 10th April 1993. Now that he's gone it only makes me sadder. My least favorite UK trip took place in April (1999: It's just hard to enjoy oneself when one is absolutely broke and unemployed!)

There are some good moments left, though. Bon's anniversary is this month, I was first exposed to Bohemian Rhapsody, thus turning me into a Queen fanatic, this day in April 1992, and my vacation last April was really nice.

Still, they don't make Aprils like they used to.


BonBon said...

I really like the month of April, despite the fact that I have some sad memories of Aprils past (and this April, too). So too with September: 9/11 sort of marred the beauty of the month for me, but I refuse to let it completely destroy my feelings about September.

Stevie ~ mono no aware said...

If its any consolation May is almost here.
I have mixed emotions about Spring. I like the cloak of winter for my imperfections but the light of spring for life. Don't like summer unless it were living it out by a beach or in the mountains. But I suppose any season should be good enough as long as we have a season.

k said...

i thought it was only me. April is depressing.