Growing up in the moderate and pleasant climate that Nepal boasts year-round I never happened upon the term S.A.D (seasonal affective disorder). At eighteen, caught up in the whirlwind of university, newfound freedom and independence the cold, wet and dark winter caught up with me as I found myself sleeping in late and lacking motivation. Initially, I thought all I needed was to find the structure my mother had provided for the first eighteen years of my life, but in retrospect I needed someone to tell me about S.A.D and the practices that help prevent it. For some context, the shortest...