pensieve wrote:
I have Christmas seasonal triggered Anhedonia. I feel absolutely nothing.
I see ads on TV about Christmas and there's no feeling for me. I used to get excited for Christmas but in the pasts few years I haven't.
How eerie, Cinbad, the day my dad died and my birthday are a day apart as well, in December I might add.
Christmas to me is about food and a deadline to get these paintings painted. At least I've done a draft.
It's about seeing family too but I do see them quite a lot. After my last social encounter I pretty much slept through the next day so I'm not looking forward to any more.
I didnt know your dad died....mine did too a few years ago. Our family kinda scattered after that, but for some reason we get together for Christmas and drive each other nuts.
I hope your pictures turn out well, I am sure they will. You are talented.
Sometimes xmas feels like numb....sometimes I really get into it.
This year I am going for moderation.
I fall asleep at family get togethers when I get overstimulated...I kinda shut down and get really sleepy and wobble to the nearest bed regardless whose it is.
to the other posters,
ya it used to be magical when I was a kid, now it is just drama. I still love buying presents and making presents for my loved ones, but every year, my hopes are smashed when everyone acts a fool.
LOL sorry about the ironic typo of disfunction....really rather funny.
For those who wont be graced by their family's dysfunction.....I suggest going to volunteer at a soup kitchen or some other charity event so you can be around ppl who appriecate you. And there is enough dysfunction is most charity organizations that you will feel right at home.
Anyway, I got my xmas shopping done...now working on the stockings. I like doing the stockings but even there is some presure doing that, my sister has a certain level of expectation for the contents of the stockings, which takes alot of fun out of it.
But for my other members of the family, they are grateful for the time and money put into them.
I wish Santa was real again and things were simpler.
Maybe we should boycot christmas with our families and buy a bunch of toys for kids in orphanages just to watch their faces light up when they open presents.
Jojo
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