As I write this, Boston is getting blasted with another two feet of snow. This is on top of the three feet we already have, and there may be more coming later this week. To say it’s affecting my mental health is an understatement.
Right off the bat, I’ll say that it could be a lot worse. I’m in an apartment with heat, electricity, food, and internet access. Many people can’t say that. But still, as I look out my window and see almost nothing but snow, I can’t get over the feeling that this winter is really kicking my ass mentally.
I’d say the big reason for this is that it knocks me out of my routine. Change in any form–even when it’s weather related–is not easy for me. Even when I do go out now, it’s a challenge. Many of Boston’s streets are narrow to begin with. Even if people are shoveling their sidewalks, there’s just nowhere to put it when it snows like this. That means that walking paths are narrow. Among my many fears, I’m slightly claustrophobic, so the snow banks on either side of me feel like they’re taller than they already are.
Really, I love the Boston area, and I don’t mind normal amounts of snow. But this? It makes me wish I was a bear so I could hibernate all winter. Shakespeare was so right when he wrote:
Yeah, I know it’s February, but you get the point. For me, spring cannot come soon enough.