I hate this time of the year

Christmas is over, and soon it'll be time to take down the Christmas lights and everything will become dark and dreary and there'll be nothing to look forward to. I know this is not a healthy way to look at things, but nonetheless it's how I feel.
I feel this way every year at this time.
November and December are the only two months of the year that I actually like. It's a time for candlelight, Christmas lights and anticipation.
After Christmas comes emptiness. This is especially true this year where I, despite my attempts, still feel as though Christmas came and went fairly unnoticed.
This is also a time for questioning where my life is going.
As always I make my same resolutions, which is to make this year count, to achieve my goals.
This year's goal is to write that book that I started last January but still have yet to finish. I have to finish it, since writing is the only thing standing between me and being a total loser.
Writing used to be only thing that I was good at. I use the word "used to", since I'm not sure if I'm still good at it. I don't even know what language to write in anymore. English or Swedish. My basic instincts tell me to write in Swedish but somewhere along the way the English language took charge of my verbal skills. Now I linger in some sort of language border land.
Regardless, the goal for this year is to finish that book, even if it kills me. It may very well turn out to be crap but at least I need to finish it.
I hate this time of year, because it's the end of Christmas, and a new time line is about it begin.
First there is January, which is ok, because it's still darkness and candlelight. Then there is February, which is saved by Valentine's Day.
However, then comes March, which royally sucks. I hate March, always has. It's like a cross between winter and spring and it's filled with grey days where you feel like you're going slowly mad. It's like you're a bear and you're waking from months of slumber in the darkness and you're faced with the real world.
Then comes April which isn't much better.
March and April are terrible months for me. I'm unstable and prone to depression and anxiety during these months. I much rather prefer constant darkness and hibernation to these months.
While November and December are by far the best months of the year, March and April are the worst, apart from September of course.
So you see, the best months are behind me while the worst months are to come.
The only thing keeping me going now are the promises to myself to make 2011 the most successful so far. I make this same promise every year. I suspect I do this to keep myself going in these troubled times.