SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER (SAD)

Seasonal affective disorder is a kind of depression that occurs at a certain time of the year, usually in the winter. It is similar to regular depression except sufferers are usually very tired and have an increase in their appetite. People who live in places with long winter nights are at a greater risk for SAD.

SYMPTOMS:

Symptoms are usually the same as with other forms of depression:

Hopelessness
Unhappiness and irritability
Overeating
Social withdrawal
Oversleeping
Loss of energy
Sluggish movements
Loss of interest in work or other activities

CAUSES:

Our biological clock. The reduced level of sunlight in the fall and winter may disrupt our body's internal clock, which lets you know when you should sleep or be awake
Serotonin levels. A drop in serotonin, a brain chemical that affects mood, may trigger depresion.
Melatonin inbalance, a sleep-related hormone has been linked to SAD.

SIGNS AND TESTS:

There is no test for SAD. Your healthcare provider can make a diagnosis by asking about your history of symptoms. Even with a thorough evaluation, it can sometimes be difficult for your doctor or mental health provider to diagnosis seasonal affective disorder because other types of depression or other mental health conditions can cause similar symptoms.

The following criteria must be met for a diagnosis of seasonal affective disorder:

You have experienced depression and other symptoms for at least two consecutive years, during the same season every year.
The periods of depression have been followed by periods without depression.
There are no other explanations for the changes in your mood or behavior.

TREATMENT:

Treatment for seasonal affective disorder may include light therapy, medications, and psychotherapy. For milder symptoms, spending time outdoors during the day or arranging homes and workplaces to receive more sunlight may be helpful.

GET HELP RIGHT AWAY IF YOU HAVE THOUGHTS OF HURTING YOURSELF OR ANYONE ELSE.

For more information:

United States National Library of Medicine:
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0002499/
Medline Plus:
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/seasonalaffectivedisorder.html
Mental Health America: http://www.nmha.org/go/sad
Mayo Clinic: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/seasonal-affective-disorder/DS00195
If you have hypothyroidism going outside in the cold may not be recommended, because your body thermometer is not working properly and the cold may feel more severe to you than others. Try opening a window during a sunny day ad letting in some fresh air for as long as you feel comfortable.

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Never forget, a woman "chooses" to love you. Treat her right with love respect and kindness and you will get the same ♥ Listen to the words. It is all true.

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Do you hear her crying, yelping from the slaps & kicks?

Good Morning :)
Every morning we wake up, take our shower, have our coffee and toast, we feel safe we go on about our day. Somewhere else, a woman just got her husbands hot coffee spilled on her face or her body, or is getting beaten for doing his toast not the way he likes it. 

While we go on with our day, that woman lives in terror and counts the minutes to when he comes back from work. Will he hit me again? Is this the time he kills me?

I could leave, but he swore he will find me and kill me for leaving him.
I just have to be a good girl and do what he says. Maybe he will leave me alone.

But he doesn't. Abusers get off on the power.
We have to help. We have to step in. If you know someone, who you suspect is being abused and you stay quiet, you are aiding the abuser and showing him you are afraid of him too, you are showing him, he is untouchable.

Why I'm Thrilled to Be in a Boring Marriage By Lisa Smith Molinari

One busy night after the kids had gone to bed, I settled into my well-worn spot on the sofa for some mind-numbing television.
"Can you believe this guy?" I asked my husband, seated in his favorite recliner beside me. When no answer was forthcoming, I glanced over to witness an all-too-familiar scene: Deeply imbedded in the recliner's cushions lay my husband of 19 years, sound asleep.
Normally, I would giggle, turn the lights out around him and go to bed – a sort of revenge for being "abandoned" for the umpteenth time. He'd eventually wake up alone in the dark and trudge upstairs to find me tee-heeing under the covers of our bed.
But on this particular night, I gawked at my dreaming husband as if I was seeing this for the first time. Is this the man I married?
Panic gripped my soul as I realized: We've changed. We're tired, boring, predictable. We're doomed.

In the Beginning
One evening in 1992, my husband-to-be and I were at an Italian café in Pittsburgh, sipping wine and falling in love.
"I really want to travel," I said. "Me too," he said. "I want to live near the ocean," he said. "Me too," I said. "I don't care about money, I just want happiness," he said. "Me too!" I said. It was a match made in heaven and our future was destined to be perfect.

But maybe if we'd understood the reality of marriage our conversation would have been different: "I might have a lot of stretch marks," I should've said. "That's okay, we'll just dim the lights," he might've said. "I'm going to go bald, but ironically, hair will sprout out of my ears and nose," he should've said. "I'm good with tweezers," I might've said. "I have no mechanical ability whatsoever, and will feel no embarrassment if my wife handles all the home repairs," he should've said. "I won't have a problem with that for the first ten years or so, but then I'll get really fed up," I really wish I'd said.

But back then, we weren't thinking about annoying habits, taxes and clogged drains. We were too busy planning our perfect life to be bothered with reality.

Our unrealistic expectations persisted after we were engaged. "Oh pardon me!" my fiancé yelped after accidentally belching. Although he insisted he would never expel any kind of gas in front of me, it didn't take long to erode his steely resolve. Today, expelling gas is almost commonplace and happens as soon as the urge beckons. Mid-sentence, under the covers, in the recliner. "Why do you have to burp while I am talking to you?" I've said. "I didn't burp," he's said, sincerely oblivious.

Before marriage, I preened and pampered my fiancé like a primate, manicuring nails and plucking stray hairs to maintain his ruggedly handsome good looks. I thought this giddy nurturing stage would last forever; I had no idea that those stray hairs would later multiply so profusely that our grooming sessions now take place in the garage and involve the leaf blower. The pedicures have become completely intolerable because my husband's left piggie toe now resembles a tiny hoof. One of the kids recently asked him if it was made out of wood. I had to draw the line somewhere.


Are We Doomed?

So what am I saying? Are we doomed because we haven't met our premarital expectations?
That night as I watched my husband dozing, I realized something very important: We did not meet our original expectations, we've exceeded them. Back when we were dreaming of a life of romance uninhibited by responsibility, stress, and aging, we couldn't fully comprehend the complexity and depth of the marital relationship.

What we didn't understand then, is that romance is more than candlelight dinners and adventurous travel. The foundation of long-term romance is really commitment, companionship and comfort.
Realizing this, my initial repulsion at the sight of my sleeping husband turned to adoration. And as I turned the lights out and sneaked upstairs to wait for him to wake up alone in the dark, I felt happy that our marriage is on an unexpected course to paradise.



DrGrace Gniazdowska: Yes, but can ANY MAN be truly satisfied in a boring marriage? There are exceptions, I know, but really.
Isn't this why so many women end up alone in their mid age?
Men are choosing younger women, because they are searching for the excitement and the essence of what they had in their youth, even if it was with their partner.

Did women ever think that men, just maybe, do not want the comfortable and boring?

Why are we surprised all of a sudden, that a man chooses to be with a younger woman?
It may not only be her age and young firm body, but the "something" that takes him back.
This younger girl has the spark, the spirit we used to have, when we were her age.
This may be a good question to ask of our selves.

And also I know for a fact that women never stop wanting romance, no matter what age they are, even if it's only deep down, secretly hovering in the back of their minds. Often only a memory from the very beginnings of the relationship. When her guy used to be her prince charming, who would do anything to make her happy, always taking care of how he looked and smelled before he came to see her.

If we just find ourselves not making the effort to make our relationships fun and interesting, at least sometimes, are we risking the danger of someone else, who knows how to treat our partner and make them feel ALIVE AGAIN, whisking and romancing them away from us?

Is it worth it to wait it out in silence accepting the comfort and boredom, just to find out one or the other has been unhappy for a long time now and get the news one day that they have met someone else? Remember You either the man or the woman, may be comfy and content, but when was the last time you really paid attention to your partner?

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“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; see I had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love my wife anymore. I just pitied her!



With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said, for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried deeply & loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. You see, my wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. If you are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It's never too late.

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. ♥

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