(Yes, that’s my cat.)
The Reality of the Season
As one gets older, it’s sad to say, the beauty of the Christmas season dwindles. For many, like myself, it brings pressure, stress, and anxiety. For me, that all culminates into depression. Painful depression. Depression that makes me feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. And the anxiety, it’s like the end of the world is approaching and my skin aches to the touch.
This is supposed to be the happiest time of the year! It’s someone’s birthday! WTF.
All we talk about in my house is money. We’re broke. I get it. No, I can’t buy you Christmas gifts. Sorry, no ordering take-out. Hey, at least it’s warmer than usual so we don’t have the heat on high- can one person here look at the bright side and rejoice?
Nobody is pretending we’re in a…
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