Seasonal Affective Disorder

Mary Irene Carolan  ‘I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It’s me. It’s me and my head. In Winter, I collapse’ Virginia Woolf, Letter to Violet Dickinson (January 1909). I would draw the sun in the corner of the page; bright, yellow, the crayon outside of...

Apparently, the third Monday of January is the most depressing day of the year. And that’s not just because you’re in the midst of revision and you haven’t finished the essay that’s due tomorrow, or because you haven’t been paid since last year. Nope, this is science. Proper science,...