Enjoying ‘lighter later’ – the joy of daylight saving time for a SAD sufferer
I always get a little giddy at this time of year, and that’s because of the prospect of longer evenings. I’m one of those people who doesn’t get on with winter gloom. Whether I actually have seasonal affective disorder or not, I don’t know for sure. But I do know that as the evenings draw in, I feel a sense of foreboding, like a cloak of oppression lurking just out of reach. When the clocks change in October, instantly plunging evenings into early darkness, it’s like a cloak that surrounds me until the longer days return, and that I constantly have to fight.
Fortunately, at the advice of a Twitter chum, I stumbled across a SAD lamp that helps me through the worst of times. It sits on my desk, searing my retinas during the bleakest days of winter, somehow tricking my brain into thinking sunshine is blazing outside when in fact everything is shrouded in inky blackness peppered with the occasional half-hearted glow of a street lamp. But on Friday, I put my SAD lamp away, and it gave my heart a little leap of joy.
It’s for this reason that I remain militant in my support for daylight saving time. Yet every year I see an increasing number of people grumbling about it. Mostly, it seems, people hate the clocks changing by an hour twice a year; and many people complaining (lots and lots of people in the USA) live much nearer the equator than I do, and so aren’t affected nearly as much.
Here in the UK, we’d have 3am sunrises at the height of summer if daylight savings went away, yet would lose ‘lighter later’ evenings. There have been attempts in the past to address this, with campaigns suggesting the UK moves to the same time zone as France. I suspect nothing will change in the foreseeable future, not least because the Daily Mail would explode in a froth of fury if THEY over in THE EVIL EU would ever TAKE OUR TIME ZONE (or something), regardless of the various studies that suggest the UK on CET would reduce depression, energy use and road deaths.
Still, I’m happier again for seven months now we’re on summertime; but I certainly wouldn’t complain if everyone in the UK somehow forgot to put the clocks back come October.