By Magella Cantara
Its January in Portland, Maine, where there is more snow falling than people who fall in love in their lifetime. There’s black ice like the intentions you can’t decipher when you first meet someone. Best of all, there are days it will stay negative thirty. You will probably find yourself hiding away by a warm furnace inside rather than stepping into a pair of skates lended to you by a loved one.
Psychologically, we are all designed to feel depression in everyday life. We all know depression; that feeling where you’re just content with everything and going with the motions. But we don’t know it in the way that heavy cloud cover does. There’s snow outside that’s taller than the average person, your car is blocked in from snow plows whos job is to clear parking lots, but only adds more to your morning when heading to school or work; as if the negative temperature and power outage wasn’t enough.
Now, there is snow in many other states, even countries across the world, but everyone sees the cold differently. In-fact, someone reading this may not even consider it beautiful at all. It’s just something they’ve become used too. Used to shops never being opened, being unable to get around because the handle on your front door is frozen shut along with you getting plowed in because you don’t have a parking garage. You’re just used to winter in Maine sucking. But hey, there’s a fireplace beside your favorite books, snow falling outside your window, cup of coffee in hand – it’s cozy. Some people long for an ideal getaway. Except there’s something missing because it’s very common in adulthood that you find yourself more lonely than you’d like to admit and that’s terrifying. It’s not only terrifying but it lingers. It tears parts of you that you didn’t even know existed because you’ve started to get cabin fever. After the forecast calls for another 3ft of snow, suddenly your everyday sadness becomes something much more vulgar.
You can’t go anywhere, no one can get to you. It’s just you, and for some that can be too much. Maine’s suicide rate is recorded to be higher than the nations average and continues to grow. So this winter, if you ever encounter a friend who seems blue or someone who may not be a friend to you, encourage them to get out or smoke a joint to pass the time (marijuana is legal in Maine). If you’re not yet 21 with a medical card and a doctor’s note, of course there’s things like books, teaching yourself how to cook, remembering to feed the cat in your now very busy schedule that is cabin fever, or now-a-days, games on our iphones. Don’t be afraid to call and check in; you may be doing someone a favor these next few months. Which is what this winter will be about; getting through it like anything else, it’s only fair.