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I'm not quite sure why but in the summer I'm always depressed and anxious. Anyone else feel like this?

Ever since I was a teenager, I would always fear my own mortality. Summer makes me reflect on my life and worry about what i missed out on, what i never got to experience, what i could've done differently in my life.

Now as an adult, i still feel this way. Even with a good job, a roof over my head, nothing i do helps with this feeling of impending doom i feel. I fear that tomorrow could be my last day, even when i know im perfectly healthy.

I make sure the doors are shut and the windows as well. Im not a huge fan of open windows, which is why i prefer to use an AC unit.

Maybe i am just crazy. But even when i go on a trip, read a book, listen to the radio or watch TV, after those activities are done i lie in bed with all of this anxiety running through my head.

But in the spring fall and winter I feel fine and sleep with no problems. I dont feel this way at all in those months. In the winter, i can go out and shovel at 2 AM and not be afraid. But in the summer, i just cant do it for some reason. I always worry for no reason at all.
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DoubleRings · 51-55, F
I don’t work during the summer and I can relate somewhat. Even though I have tons of time I feel like I can’t do anything or get started. I don’t wanna read a book bc I feel like I should be doing something else more important but I can’t decide what it is. So I don’t get started on anything then I spend lot of the time just observing the day pass by.

I used to be much more negative during summer in the past bc I was depressed and unhappy. When the sun was shining everyone seemed like they had people to be with and things to do but at the time my whole life was down the toilet and I was very much alone. I hated the summer and prayed for rain so that I wouldn’t feel different than anyone else or that I was missing out on something. I almost committed to living my waking hours at night so I could sleep by day and ignore the happy weather time. Misery does indeed love company…. Or at least not to be forgotten about…