Think about the last time you felt truly happy. Not a polite smile. Not a “this is nice” moment. But a full-body kind of joy, the kind that feels sun-drenched and effervescent, where laughter spills out easily and time softens around you.
Now think about how you felt when it ended.
That quiet, hollow feeling that creeps in afterwards, the heaviness, the wistful ache has a name. Psychologists call it a post-event low, but in everyday language, it’s often described as a “happiness hangover”.
And during the festive season, it shows up with surprising intensity.
December and early January are drenched in anticipation. We plan trips, curate outfits, book tables, host dinners, and reconnect with old friends. Our calendars fill up, our phones buzz and our dopamine rises.
Then, suddenly,…
