Today I found out from my doctors that my periods of overwhelming sadness are coming from the seasonal changes.  Apparently I'm not getting enough light and need to get up, for at least fifteen minutes each day, early in the morning to greet the sun.  This is terrible news for a nocturnal soul like mine.  Usually getting up late is one of my life's greatest pleasures.  But my docs assured me that I can always go back to sleep after soaking up some sun.  Okay.  I can deal with that.  Anything to get rid of the torture of feeling so much grief for no reason at all.

But I also started to think about how I am lacking in other kinds of sunshine in my life.  Am I so bad for thinking that cuddling up to the darkness is good?  For one thing, some of my favorite things in life happen most in the dark...

And yet too much of a good thing can be a bad thing. 

So we're going to try out the morning sunlight cure for awhile.  Meanwhile my medication has been increased and I'm required to purchase some of those sunlight/natural light lamps to brighten my space, especially while drawing.  I'm hoping this will also increase my creativity and motivate me to get some more work done.  It can't hurt.