Well, it's that time of year. Springtime is here and it's getting warmer. I should be happy like lots of other people because of the season. But I'm not. In fact, I feel just the opposite.

Mostly because the season reminds me of the bad things that have happened and tragedies. Also I had received, in the past, bad news from the doctors for me. It seems like all of the bad things that have happened to me were in the spring.

Plus I don't like the long daylight, getting warm, brightness of the sun, and having windows open with noises that I would rather not hear. Also going to the pool area at where I live have lots of kids at that time.

So that's why I get depressed this time of year. I miss the winter months when it would nice and crisp and serein.