Ok, so for people (like me) who have had a dark period in life where the use/abuse of drugs and alcohol tore through their lives like a tornado will understand this... when you are in a deep binge and barricaded in a room somewhere, like a motel room, up for days on end, there is nothing more soul crushingly depressing than the sound of the birds. When you hear the birds you know the sun is coming up on another day without sleep. To this day when I wake up early and hear the birds outside my very first thought is heightened anxiety.
I've often thought if I ever write a book about my life's journey the title would be, "I still hate the birds"