Tis The Season…

slide21Growing up Christmas was a pretty big deal in our house, going to bed on Christmas eve I never thought the day would arrive, the expectancy was huge, and it never seemed to disappoint especially when the presents were opened, we always had a great dinner, and it was open house, visitors dropping by throughout the day.

I’m not sure when I started to lose interest in the whole thing, at first I thought it was just growing up,  also I worked in the hospitality industry so this was always the busiest time of year, but it’s more than that families seem to splinter as we/they move away or have life changes which means they don’t stay within the nucleus.

Gradually over the years I spent less and less time preparing for Christmas, finally just spending that time alone, which the first time I did I thought that was the loneliest 2 days I’d ever spent, but I got used to it and came to enjoy the solitude of the day, perhaps too much so because I didn’t even bother to put a tree up,and a traditional Christmas dinner for one is far too much trouble.

Through my bouts of depression, a merry Christmas was the very last thing on my list, although it some ways it isolated me even more, I’d hear people arriving and calling out greetings to loved ones, children’s laughter, but none of it touched me, I was too engulfed in my own loneliness to care.

There was an elderly lady who lived a few doors down, I remember one years walking past her house and there she was face at the window hat and coat on, I thought she’s waiting for her family to pick her up, she was still there on my return, it piqued my interest, and I kept watch and you know no one came and she was just there at the window all day, I could almost hear her tears as she face another Christmas alone.

That’s what I mean about families splintering, I did knock at hers the next day and invited her over, I never knew the full story, her son did live nearby, and there had been some kind of dispute between them, but he never came over for Christmas even on his own, she had to send the presents for the grandchildren, she never saw their reactions or even received a thank you, how terribly sad, I’m not sure that ever really expected to see them, but she got ready just in case and of course to show the neighbours she had a loving son, we never think about the masks others wear do we?.

Now for this year I’ve been invited to spend Christmas with friends and their family and I can tell you anxiety is rising, well no it’s risen I’m terrified, it’s been many years since I was in that situation, with everything that’s been going on over the last 2 years, I’ve spent Christmas in splendid isolation, especially since at that time like now I’ve been without a proper home, and spending the day in a little room seemed to suit, now I’m to be part of something, it was so kind of them to ask and I keep trying to find reasons not to go, but am coming up empty.

Because of the nature of my illness of course I worry about everything, in our town there are far too many street homeless, there is a soup and sandwich run, but that’s in the evening, the Salvation Army open their doors to provide a hot meal at lunchtime, and will provide blankets etc and the hall floor to sleep if the weather is particularly bad, as do many of the churches, however they run on volunteers, which I’ve done in the past, though even now there is so little funding, and with the country being in economic crises even those who do work depend on food banks, and the large supermarkets rarely donate the food they can’t sell(preferring to throw away millions of pounds in food daily)

it seems that only this time of year the various hardships that people fight daily are highlighted, especially for those who live on the edges of the community.

Enough introspection for one night.

About therabbitholez

I returned to this blog in September 2014, after a 2 year absence, due to depressive illness and homelessness. This journey charts the rocky road to recovery and my feelings about it, and getting a home together after losing everything, this too has been a rocky rocky, both things connected on many levels, but separate at the same time. If you want to know more please read my blog:) and comment on any blog you like I enjoy the interaction, and belong to a great community on here. Thanks for reading.:)
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3 Responses to Tis The Season…

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  2. I’m glad that you’ve received an invite to spend the holidays with friends. That was very kind of them. I can totally understand any anxiety you have. I don’t do well with large groups myself… especially when I don’t know the majority of people in that group. Nevertheless, I hope you will have a wonderful time.

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    • Thank you, I used to be the life and soul if any gathering, but lost the skill due to illness, so stepping out of my zone might do some good, though my anxiety is rising, the closer it gets.


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