everything affects me 
I love autumn and winter. Crisp fresh air - great for walking. Not such a fan of summer.
When i was a kid and fall came i could feel everything dying and i knew i would die to. Gave me a bad feeling.
I knew my life would become like the fall and enter winter.
I don’t like the coldness and darkness of winter it’s very depressing to me.
Fall is brooding and gives me a sense that something bad comes.
Winter is a sharp and biting depression, I go stir crazy. Cant get in the woods much, or at all.
Towns look ugly in winter when the snow gets polluted and all dirty.
Spring I haven’t noticed anything, other than relief.
Summer is a hazy and bright time, goes to fast.
Early spring is good. Mid spring and summer very difficult. Autumn Good. Winter not so great. Holidays the worst.
I wish it snowed in SoCal.
the excessive heat of the summers in Oklahoma brings me depression. I am really happy lately and I think it’s the cooler weather is the main reason why. Mornings are heaven. I love the Fall. I get more depressed in the throes of cold weather that I get really really depressed. thank goodness it usually only last two days or so when it really freezes here.
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It’s nice the first few days or weeks, especially in the woods.
But by January it becomes hell and you just wish it would end. Especially if you live in a region similar to mine.
You really learn to appreciate the gift of sun and summer.
I like cold weather its fresh. but anything beyond -10 is harsh.
That’s strange, isn’t it? I wonder why?? This illness is so confusing! I’m a mother of a schizophrenic son who is 28 years old. So I study online, read books, ask lots of questions, and the more I study, the deeper I get into it until I’m so confused! It’s just too much to absorb. I try to look for things that relate specifically to him.
To answer the original question: I myself feel blue when it starts getting dark at 5:30! My favorite seasons are fall and spring. I have never liked November. The part of the country where I live, by November all the pretty fall leaves are gone and the sky is grey . . . ironically, my beautiful boy was born on November 1st.