Every year I do a little post on Summer Sadness because when the sun is out, we are all supposed to be happy and a lot of us aren’t so I feel it’s worth reminding anyone with Summer Sadness that it’s okay not to love summer. I get a weird feeling of loneliness in summer – I’m pining for something but damned if I know what it is. There’s a suspicion that everyone except me is having a blast in the sunshine but I know they’re not. I feel like I waste the summer – I feel guilty for wasting these glorious days by not particularly liking them – I’m anticipating an unspecified event that I can’t put my finger on. It feels like a disorientation of a sort.
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