I've always felt that February was the "Tuesday" of the year. Tuesday, as a day, is pretty useless. Monday is the beginning of the work week (for normal people anyway) so it's famous for the fact that people bemoan, dread, and hate it. Wednesday is the midpoint, "hump day", which leads the way to the weekend. Thursday is almost Friday, which makes it rather cheerful, and Friday is almost the weekend. Saturday and Sunday we all know and love. But Tuesday? Completely pointless. Boring. Nothing good ever happens on a Tuesday. When you're working a regular job, it's the longest day of the week.
February is like Tuesday. December and January got all the fun, cheerful holidays, and February got stuck with a fake holiday (ie: no days off from work) whose sole reason for existence is to commercialize romantic love. A holiday built around romance is unnecessary for those people who are actually in love, and it just causes anguish to those who are unwillingly single or in relationships with people that suck.
February is cold and grey and wet and nasty, and it's also the month that my father died, which makes it even more of a "calendar black spot".
As I have not yet devised an effective plan to have February banished, my only recourse has been to declare February a month of self-forgiveness. I do not attempt any great feats in February. I go dormant, quiet, and contemplative. I weather it, ride it out, and allow myself to drop below the normal activity level. I do not attempt anything which might cause great emotional distress or joy, and I do not berate myself for any failures. I avoid extremes. February is bad enough on its own, thank you very much.
I also watch Kenneth Branagh's "Hamlet" every February. It helps me get through my grief. Crying for, and with, Hamlet seems nobler and less selfish than crying for myself, and so I melt the two together. The sheer beauty and magnitude of that movie simultaneously pulls me through the darkness and lifts me up out of myself with the wonder of Shakespeare's words, his deep understanding of the human psyche.
And so, February begins.