Yeah that’s not how seasonal affective disorder works. I can view the starry night sky as magical the same as anyone else but not enough bright light hitting my eyeballs will result in me being depressed as fuck.
I feel that so hard. Where I work, inside a big refrigerated box inside a warehouse, there are times the only natural light I see is when I go outside for my breaks (for a total of a bit less than an hour). I live far enough north that it’s dark when I start and dark when I end my shift. And yeah, that fucks with me pretty good
I have always found the night sky absolutely magical. And even when I’m in that state, there’s something humbling and welcoming and comforting looking up at the stars and realizing that my feelings of “I don’t matter” are valid because I am nothing in this great universe; and those moments are ok because everyone and everything are so insignificant in relation to the vastness of our universe
