Another Saturday is passing. Bringing us closer to the holidays and I simply can’t tolerate either Thanksgiving or Christmas.
If we were having coffee I would tell you how sad and mad both holidays make me. I never enjoyed Christmas even as a child. We were poor, but my parents lucked into a house in a rich town. When Christmas came our friends got tons of stuff and we got a few things that my parents could afford. I never understood why Santa seemed to miss our house. I know that is petty, but not when you are a child and expecting Santa like all your friend.
I would tell you I didn’t know that I had bipolar disorder and didn’t know why I was so sad at times. My marriage was not a happy one and Christmas just made it worse. I hate to shop for anyone. I cry at Christmas Carols.
I would tell you Thanksgiving isn’t as bad and that is only because I get a great dinner and I don’t have to cook it. My sister does.
Before I really get started I would get going if I were you. Don’t let me start on my true feelings of the holidays and let me remind myself that Christmas is about Christ’s birth.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving every one!