YEARS ago I diagnosed myself with seasonal affective disorder.
The condition with the appropriate acronym of SAD is more commonly known as winter depression and is attributed to lack of sunlight.
Although technically I haven't had a doctor sign off on this diagnosis, I think it explains a lot mostly why from June to August I feel I am the worst version of myself.
During winter I lack energy and drive and have the attention span of a goldfish.
I sometimes have to force myself to leave the house and co-workers have been known to describe me using words such as 'sarcastic' and 'grumpy'.
It hasn't exactly helped that the occupational health and safety police have confiscated all the heaters and the Mail-Times office has a thermostat as well-regulated as a menopausal woman's. I have tried I really have but just don't understand people who love winter.
What's so good about it?
It's cold, it's wet and if you go out on a Saturday night you have to weigh up whether pneumonia is going to be more inconvenient than lugging a coat around.
And don't even get me started on my winter body, which unfortunately forgets carbohydrates are not my friends and would prefer to be curled up in front of the heater with hot chocolate than doing jump squats at the gym.
Before I wrote this column, I made a conscious effort not to inflict my SADness on others.
But after reading this, you will probably not find it hard to believe there have been a couple of days this year where I've been so whiny and glass-half-empty that even I want to punch myself in the face.
And if you are still reading this, you'll be pleased to know I'm going to stop complaining now.
Because there are some things about winter I don't completely loathe.
I enjoy winter sports, particularly footy and netball, I appreciate winter fashion and there are worse things than sitting in front of an open fire with a glass or two of red.
See I'm becoming more positive already.
Why? Because help for SAD sufferers arrived this week in the form of spring.
After a few days of sunshine and jeans and T-shirt weather, my glass is once again looking half-full.
I know it's early days, but I'm confident the winter blues will soon be banished for a while at least.
Because, the spring version of me realises I don't actually have any real problems.
There is so much to look forward to daylight savings, spring racing, my friend Jessie's wedding and summer holidays are all on their way.
So here's to the next three months.
Because, with the exception of hayfever and a proliferation of Tom Waterhouse ads, what's to be SAD about in spring?