Does this time of the year hit anyone else especially hard?

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I just feel so lonely... it doesn't help that this same sun was present when my former love left... this same kind of golden light... all alone...

If you mean 'summer', then yes. Because I have no school work to distract myself with, all the negative thoughts come rushing right in. I can only hang out with people on weekends because my mother is my only form of transportation and because there is no mass transit near my house. But thanks to the negative thoughts, I often can't even go out on weekends and often wind up being dragged into errands with my mother. I am fortunate to have an internship this summer, but it's virtual (due to aforementioned transportation problems) and the work is easy and not much, so I'm still not distracted enough to keep the thoughts at bay.

It is always hard but summer for me now is a lot like winter use to be for me, its so god awfully hot in this desert that I don't want to ever leave the house. It's hard doing things on your own, hard to motivate yourself, what is even the point?

I can relate to this. For one, my mom died exactly one year ago, so this time of the year is particularly difficult for me. Also, everything is too bright, and the air feels suffocating and I feel as if at this time of year(summer), the world just seems to move faster than me. I don't know if it makes any sense, but this feeling really makes things difficult for me...

I hate summer.

Too damn hot most of the day, most of the time to do the productive things I enjoy-- work in my garden, construction, walking/hiking. The only outdoor activity that's viable is swimming. With 4 kids, three of them under 10 and one a non-swimming toddler, swimming isn't a very relaxing activity. They swim. I swelter in a deck chair, wearing a bathing suit that exposes way too much of me, with nothing to do but watch, yell, and think.

I start every summer vacation swearing that this year will be different. Such high hopes. This will be the year we get up early and hike in the cool of the morning. This will be the year I figure out how to not have them fight me over summer academic activities. This will be the year I learn to relax so visiting people can be a pleasure instead of a high-stress torture. This will be the year.

About this time every summer, I realize that this is NOT going to be the year. Another summer lost, another year passed by, three unglorious months closer to The End.

I hate summer.

Yes. From August to the end of the year.

In the period of 4 weeks from 18 August to 10 September:

My brother's birthday (he's 49 weeks to the day younger than I am), the anniversary of my fathers' death (2 weeks before his 51st birthday), Mom's birthday, Dad's Birthday, my sister's birthday (she died 48 years ago), my birthday (which I hate celebrating in the first place). Come late November, the anniversary of Mom's death.

And people wonder why I get so down this year?

For sure.

I see people all over the place, they seem so happy, they are out even until night and having fun.

Me? Alone at home and taking a walk. Thats it.

For me August is the worst.