I didn't consider it a disorder; the seasons seem to affect most, and what I thought, perhaps, kept me down wasn't the absence of the sun, see - I thought the waves lapped in my mind to drown me. I succumbed to the consistency of submerging tides that felt physically deeper in the shallows. I suppose I didn't understand the darkening effect of night, see - it doesn't wrap the earth in deep shades of violet, it encases my head in deep scarlet emotions and they paralyse me.