I have written in the past about having depression and this time of year is always hard for me. This week my doctor told me to get a light box to help fight Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). Starting tomorrow, I must spend 30 minutes sitting, reading, getting ready for work, etc. in front of my light box, bathed in 10,000 lux of light (whatever the hell “lux” are).
I am hopeful that the normal winter blahs will not be as bad this year with the light box. But as with most things like this, I always think about what they used to do “back in the day”. You know, the day before there was a pill, a machine, an app, a super-dooper widget to help you with whatever the problem is.
I read somewhere once that if you could take a time machine back 200 or more years, one of the things that would be the most surprising and disorienting is just how dark the night is. No light pollution–no street lights, no utility lights, car headlights, house lights, etc. I have experienced a little of this when I have traveled out West, in some of the less populated areas. Dark is dark.
What did people do when the sun went down and the nights lasted 12 hours or more? Sleep from the exhaustion of the hard labor of the day? Read by the dim light of the candle? Pray for summer and longer days?
There are a lot of times that I wish that I had been born in a “less complicated time”, but then I really think about it and realize that God put me exactly in the time that I needed to be.
On another note, Matt took this picture of a sign in Ireland. I think it is excellent advice at all times, on a farm or at work.
Always be on the lookout for the bull