It’s Three Days Until Christmas and I’m not Mental Yet
I am grateful. This time last year I was all kinds of crazy. Not the cute crazy that actually means frazzled-but-functional and Oh-Em-Gee I’m, like, SUPER BUSY crazy…
I mean time for an intervention. Crisis. So deep into the muck I might never get out of bed ever again so you might as well take the kids and leave me forever crazy. Rage crazy. Hiding crazy. Cannot physically or mentally function like most people crazy. It was bad.
But this year is not like that. In one year, I have worked my butt off for change. For my husband, for my kids, for my friends, and FOR ME. I had help and support from every direction. It nearly killed me, and my marriage. But we are here and so is Christmas and that is some kind of amazing.
I’m frazzled. I’m anxious. I’m stressed. My house is a disaster. But I am OK.
My love and support to anyone and everyone who is not OK right now. I know some of my friends are suffering. I am not certain about others. I know many of you just want it to be January already. Whatever I have, is yours, if you need it. No questions, no judgement. It’s a difficult time of year for many. The holidays (and any day with expectations, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.) can be triggering for people like me, carrying around the added bonus of depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder…or really any mental health issue. People who are fine most of the year can get overwhelmed. Perfectly healthy people can get sucked under.
This too, shall pass. All will be well.
Platitudes, perhaps, but relevant ones. Ones that keep me grounded.
So, I wish you all a holiday filled with love (for self and others, and from others), peace (mental, physical, emotional), endurance (one foot in front of the other, and don’t look up if you don’t want to…you’ll get there), and happiness (small and large).
Yours in calm,
Make your own Zen Santa cards and posters here (courtesy of Adbusters)