Okay. So do one box this morning and report back.
I get SAD too. It sucks more than anything else, because it undermines everything else. It's like I'm wearing a 200-pound wet buffalo hide over my back for five months out of the year. It was worse before living in Colorado, but it's still dark in the mornings.
I'm supposed to be getting the house ready to sell. There are things to be cleaned, replaced, tiled, sanded, painted, organized, put into storage, thrown away. Hundreds of things.
So I pick one thing. Just one. It can't take more than fifteen minutes.
I involve people when I can, too. I'll tell them, "This is my One Thing. Let's celebrate when I'm done." Maybe your kids would like to be the foremen for chipping away at the box mountain, one by one, with rewards for BOTH of you when each small step is done? (treats of any kind...a game, ice cream, anything you both love) Anything to take the stench of guilt out of it and make it fun.
Anyway. One box. Top of the stack, on the right. 123go.
Action is the antidote for despair.