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As an idea, an aesthetic, a palette, I admire summer. I love his brothers and its juiciness and its explanation, its long days and its balmy nights, the alien areas, nostalgia and hazy childhood memories have been in childhood. I still like the idea of destruction – there is a kind of urgency that it has, is a sense of need to “live in today”.
And yet indeed, it becomes more complicated. Among all Hedonism and the heat and holidays, the summer, also gave a deep feeling of pleasure and sadness and, because many of us, have increased anxiety. We are worried that everyone has more fun than we; We feel we should be outside socialisalizing rather than the contents in front of the TV scrolling our phones; We look at the bodies ready for the beach people and not ourselves; We feel anxious that everything is about to come.
In Greece’s wedding last week in a group of Americans, I was amazed to know the University of last concern. These are not only non-striking brits that began to fear about the end of the summer when – even before – it started. “I hate the day of freedom, feeling that summer is over,” a woman told me. A man said he always began to feel like that in May.
Despite the summer solstice, in the terms of astronomy, the official starting summer in the Northern Hemisphere and not the days slowly getting out of a sense that it was easy to get rid of us so easily. We look forward to the summer of all year, and then when it comes to, we will always worry about finishing it – or more concerned about what is next coming. If at last holiday income we booked in months ago, the first 24 hours could feel happy, but then we always start counting the number of days until it’s up to date. A metaphor for life itself, perhaps.
And then we have friends who cannot carry heat, or itself in the summer, which also counts the days, but for different reasons. People who hate the sun and social and skimpy clothes and longing for the coldest, cozier period. A friend of mine always sad in July and August, and then a sense of great relief to coming in September as the one with a great time expires.
There is, after all, there is nothing miserable as to feel unhappy when we are meant to be good. In winter, we have an excuse to feel blue, a comfort to himself: dark and gray and “miserable” outside, so we are sad. Let’s cry about others, too. It is very uncomfortable uncomfortable and isolatating to feel depressed in the sun’s sunrise. And yet it is more common than we think.
Every January, my inbox fills the press releases about “Blue Monday”, usually the third Monday month, believed to be the most distressing day of the year. I often consider it to be the day that suicide rates and social depression levels of their height. But it turned out that it was a day to be imprisoned – a travel company two decades ago. There is no evidence that it is a worst day, and no evidence of an increase in suicide this time of year.
In contrast, indeed: Research has always been suggested Those suicide rates in countries with temperatures climate – non-tropical distinct periods – spike in late spring or early summer. art 2019 meta-analysis In 19 studies in various countries found that an increase in 1c on average temperatures associated with a 1.7 percent increase in suicide incident.
And in our warming climate, summer brings with it more than just social factors and expectations to make us feel anxious – The physiological impact that very hot weather has on our bodies mimics that produced by high levels of stress and anxiety: rapid breathing, high cortisol levels, dizziness and lightheadedness. No wonder the heaterswaves can prompt Panic attacks, insomnia, and psychosomatic disease.
You can recognize a person with seasonal behavior, or depressed; You can do it too. But we can’t imagine it just the coldest, broken days that make us feel blue, and we can’t imagine that summer is a class of months. Summer sadness is not just a song of Lana Del Rey.
