As a kid, the start of summer wasn’t based on the calendar; it really started after the last day of school. It meant freedom and play and relaxation.
And even now, for a lot of us, when we get deeper into June, there’s a certain exhilaration, a sense that now the good stuff is about to happen. There are vacations to plan and anticipate, warm weather to take advantage of with outdoor activities…there’s a sense of possibility.
But with that possibility, comes the possibility for disappointment. Then there’s the reality that life isn’t like when we were kids. We don’t really shuck off responsibilities for a couple of months. And therein lies the potential for depression.