Contrary to popular belief, suicide rates do not peak at Christmas time. Here in Western New York, as elsewhere, they peak in April. So does all kinds of psychiatric hospitalization, depression and relapses of addiction.
Why is this so, when hopes of Spring abound? Maybe the contrast between the inner weather and the outer weather is too great to bear.
As usual, poets know it better than anyone. Here’s TS Eliot, in The Wasteland:
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.