Someone recently told me that the 17th of January is the most depressing day of the year in the northern hemisphere. That's the day when dying people will often choose to exit. I actually think it's not just one day, but perhaps an entire week--the third week of January. It's the nadir of the year. I can relate to that. Christmas festivities are long finished, the weather's dreary, it's pitch black in the morning, and spring still seems far away.
On a personal level this is always a tough time for me. The 19th of January, 1985 was the day my little boy, age 9, died from a brain tumor. And although it's been 26 years now, I still get very sad and tired and need to spend time alone to allow tears and remembering. This is actually a good thing to be doing on a dark and drizzly day. The dogs are hanging around ready to cuddle and the kitchen is there for a cup of tea or a warming stew.
That's how I get through the nadir of the year.