Three Minutes for the Melancholy

A Reflection on Seasonal Depression and the Power of Love

To my family, my friends, and anyone out there feeling stuck, slowed, or spiritually fogged by something you can’t quite name—this post is for you.

If you’ve found yourself paused in your plans, weighed down by invisible hands, you’re not alone. There’s a term for it—seasonal depression—but beyond the label lies something deeper, something harder to explain.

Human nature tends to dismiss what it can’t define. We love certainty. We crave clarity. And in a world that often equates value with visibility and profitability, things like mental health get pushed aside—if we can't sell it or measure it, we act like it doesn't exist.

But depression isn’t “nothing.” It’s an absence that feels like a presence. It’s both “out of sight, out of mind” and “absence makes the heart grow fonder” at once. It's real, even if we can't see it.

I digress...

More and more people are grappling with something they can’t touch or fully understand. Even with access to oceans of information, much of it remains out of reach—or worse, misinterpreted. So we downplay it. We pretend it isn’t there. Meanwhile, we're fighting each other and ourselves, forgetting the weight we can’t see but still carry.

In a world flooded with distractions—radiation, Wi-Fi, algorithms, nonstop noise—it’s easy to lose touch with what’s really going on inside. The irony? We’re more connected than ever and yet more disconnected from ourselves and each other.

Here’s a thought that hits hard: mental illness might be the only kind of “dis-ease” that spreads without a germ. It doesn’t infect in the traditional sense—but it affects. Deeply. It shifts the energy in a room, in a relationship, in a life. And maybe that’s why we’re afraid to talk about it. Like it’s contagious. Like admitting we’re struggling will somehow pull others down.

But here’s the truth: almost everyone is struggling. So why do we hide it like shame when it’s the most human thing in the world?

If you feel like you're losing your mind—maybe you’re just becoming more aware. Maybe you’re not the one who’s broken. Maybe you’re the one who's finally honest.

And that… takes strength.

I believe change is coming. In fact, I believe it’s already begun. Back in 2012, when the world collectively tapped into a new level of connection, something shifted. For the first time in history, we could all feel it—globally. Whether you called it energy, intuition, or just a strange sense of something bigger—many of us noticed.

And that shift isn’t over. It’s building.

So where do we go from here?

Back to what we know. Back to love.

The real kind. The kind rooted in presence, patience, and connection. Stay close to your family if you can, or the people who feel like family. If you don’t have either, build one. Gather your tribe. Be that person who says “I see you” when the world turns a blind eye.

And if you truly feel alone, send me a message. I mean that. There’s always room for one more friend in my life.

CALL TO ACTION

If this post resonated with you, don’t let it end here.

💬 Leave a comment below. Share your story, your struggle, or just say hey.

📨 Reach out. Message me directly if you're going through it—no judgment, just connection.

👥 Tag someone who needs to hear this. Maybe they’ve been quietly holding on too.

💖 Start something. A conversation, a check-in, a group chat, a meetup. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be real.

Let’s build something stronger than silence. Let’s remember how to love out loud.

You in?