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Hayley's avatar

Beautiful post Mari.

Christmas has been weird for me for years now. My family used to have a lovely day at my auntie's house eating on the deck and going for swim afterwards (Christmas is in summer where we live :)). As a person whose teenage years and early adulthood were marred by difficult relationships and poverty, it was so, so healing to have one day of the year where I was guaranteed to have the "normal" experience of having enough to eat with people who wanted me around. Unfortunately, in 2015, my mum created a big rift between our extended family and I'm now unable to spend Christmas with my aunty and our other relatives (or at least, my mum frames this as a choice between a relationship with her and spending Christmas with the rest of our family). Our post-2015 Christmases have been spent at home doing not much, and my mum cries when I suggest I might spend the day with my long-term partner's family instead.

This year is the first year I'm not going to be guilt tripped by my mother. I'm going to spend it with my partner's family. My parents and brother are invited too, but are refusing to go. For some reason, this ritual of being isolated and miserable on Christmas day has become very important to them. But it's too painful for me. As much as I want to reject the notion that Santa stockings and a fake fire crackling on TV and eating a roast chicken when it's too hot to even feel like eating are much more than capitalist traditions, feeling like I get to participate in the day that was for a long time the one day of the year I was sure I'd be wanted and fed is really meaningful to me. For the first time in a long time, I'm looking forward to Christmas.

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Jimin's avatar

Your words always come at what feels like the perfect time, when I need them most, and are absolutely encouraging, relatable, wonderful, and a million other positive adjectives. Thank you for continuing to share your words & thoughts with us ❤️

The winter holidays often exacerbate my feelings of loneliness and sadness, and I wish I could enjoy them more wholeheartedly instead.

My roommates and I hosted a Friendsgiving tonight and they went all out — from the decor to printed menus to matching plates to an incredible spread, everything exceeded what I had had in mind by a long shot. It was a beautiful time with delicious food and even better company… and I still found myself crying alone in my room up until the second my friends rang the doorbell and I forced myself to put on a smile.

I’m currently in the depths of sadness, loneliness, and hurt as I’m processing a recent break-up and grieving the loss of that relationship. All of its potential, the things we promised we’d do together, the places we said we’d dance through together. While my logical brain knows that this ex is ultimately not right for me, I couldn’t help but wish he was there with me tonight, to see how beautifully everything turned out, to laugh with and get to know my amazing friends, to spend the holiday season together like we had said we would just a couple months ago. It didn’t help that everyone else at the Friendsgiving tonight is coupled up, though I did get my own crème brûlée instead of having to split it with a partner (lol).

I’m grateful to have such caring, supportive friends and roommates who were considerate of my current emotional state and made sure to check in on me, give me all the hugs, and also helped take my mind off things even if only for a bit.

I’m trying not to have “meta-feelings” (e.g. feeling frustrated that I feel sad despite having such wonderful friends) and just let myself feel what I feel. So, this holiday season is currently making me feel incredibly grateful, lucky to be surrounded by so much love, cared for by so many, and also deeply lonely, very sad, and hurt in a way that sometimes makes my whole body shake. And and and.

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