onesandzeros

My wife has severe seasonal depression. Living in Ohio this means a lot of extreme highs, and extreme lows. It's an abstract thing to me since I myself don't have it, so I often struggle with understanding it. Needless to say our beautiful weather went away a few days ago, and with it her bright mood. She used to cut to deal with it, but I've gotten her away from that. She has trouble finding ways to deal with it now, and it often boils over. So Sunday she broke down, a bit out of the blue. I asked what was wrong, and the best way she could describe it was "The sun went away and took my happiness with it." It's a weird sort of helplessness seeing someone you love torn up, and you know you're powerless to change the weather. So it goes.

So today I set out on a mission. I was going to make sure the sun never left my wife again. I went to a local hobby store, bought a canvas and some paints, and ended up with this:



Not high art by any means, but seeing as I've never painted outside of watercolors in elementary school I'm pretty damned proud of myself. Now I'm like a kid on christmas eve trying to fall asleep waiting for her to come home from work.