Have you ladies found that these winter blues started at a particular point? For example, quite a few middle-aged people I know suffer quite badly from the winter-blues and it is something that's crept up on them over the years.
For example, as a child, I loved the winter and loved nothing more than long, dark, frosty days. (Even though we had no heating!!). That continued into young adulthood until, one evening, I was sitting on the railway station platform at Upper Holloway, Islington, waiting for a train to take me home from work. It was November and I was in the early stages of pregnancy. I was suddenly overcome by the most awful feeling of dread and ever since then I have dreaded the winter and long for the spring. Even the summer is difficult for me because it is over-shadowed by the fear of on-coming winter.
