Colorado, where I live, officially has four seasons, but for me, there are two seasons: light and dark. My low vision is a complicating factor all the time, but when there’s more darkness in a day than light, I am in a constant state of anxiety.
Around this time of year, when the days start getting noticeably shorter, I shift from appreciating the crisp autumn air and beautiful fall colors to dreading the dangers that come with more darkness for me.
Darkness is coming. Like a character in a fantasy drama series, I have that thought with a shudder when the leaves start turning.
I start making mental notes during the day about the uneven sidewalks on my block and the construction zone near my usual bus stop so I can avoid them in the dark. I try to remember where the tree branches hanging low enough to hit me on my walks with the dogs are, knowing I won’t see them when I walk the dogs at night.
When the days are long, I love walking the dogs and look forward to our jaunts. But from now until the time change in March, at least one of their walks will take place in the dark and I will breathe a sigh of relief when I make it safely back home. My late husband gave me a headlamp to wear when I walk them in the dark, which helps, but not enough to make me feel confident of where I’m stepping. Also, because I am sensitive to bright light, sometimes the illumination of the flashlight hurts my eyes.
Every year when we change our clocks in March, I breathe a sigh of relief. I survived another dark season. I prefer the weather of the dark season but the dark itself sucks so much energy from me. The fear of not knowing what I can’t see weighs on me a little more heavily each year.
Mental health conditions, like Seasonal Affective Disorder and depression, can become more intense when light is limited. I know a lot of people who say their depression and anxiety get worse around the winter holidays, with the pressure of mandatory cheeriness and expectations of increased socializing. If you’re grieving, the holiday season may make you miss your loved one more intensely.
And it’s not just the increased stretches of darkness that make the dark season challenging for people. The cold temperatures that typically come with darker seasons can trigger symptoms of many neurological conditions, as well as asthma, multiple sclerosis, and arthritis.
The dark season was more treacherous for my husband after his stroke, too. Pushing a wheelchair through snow or over ice is tough. One time my mother-in-law had to push me while I pushed his wheelchair up an icy ramp—otherwise the wheelchair and I would start sliding back down. Slush would clog up the wheelchair’s wheels. Melting snow created frigid puddles that we couldn’t navigate around.
As we head into another dark season, I hope you’ll give yourself and others grace. There’s a lot to love about the dark season; I’m a devoted fan of hot chocolate, snuggling under a thick blanket, holiday music and festivals, and the glittery look of fresh snow. But for many of us, the dark season comes with an extra dose of struggle.
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