The holidays are a tough time for a lot of us. Come on here and share the thing you’re struggling with today, and receive support from others on how to cope.
For me, I’m struggling with knowing my brother might show up to Christmas. I didn’t invite him to Thanksgiving, and I didn’t get him a present. I’m not sure how I will handle him being around. I hopefully won’t have to see him again after tomorrow. I’m not legally allowed to have any contact with him while I’m fostering.
I’m not sure what’s funny about getting so wound up at this time of year that I have to deal with suicidal ideation? The normal dose of Wellbutrin is not cutting it right now.
Nuttier than a porta-pottie at a peanut festival, especially this week. I haven’t snarled at anyone over wishing me a Merry Christmas this year (yet), so there’s that.
My mother-in-law is a bit of a nightmare, also. She blatantly hates me, and is an expert at the type of subtle backhanded compliments that make everyone think she’s being nice, but I know she’s insulting me. But if I get offended, people act like I’m being paranoid. Damn stigma. That’s the downside of being open about my illness.
You’ll get through, Pix. How long are they there for?
Until Boxing Day. This week’s bright spot has been watching Die Hard 1/2 w/Squirrelette and also Seinfeld’s “The Strike” (Festivus episode). She likes the idea of Festivus, but said she’d have to compromise with putting blinky lights on the aluminum pole.
Mrs. Squirrel remains horrified that I consider the Die Hard films to be the only 'true" Christmas movies worth watching. (Which is not entirely true as ‘The Long Kiss Goodnight’ is also worthy holiday fare.)
Anyhow, I’m off to work on my day off to clean up more of Dingbat’s mess. Peace out y’all.
No. Not a Christian nor do I have any patience with the religion. I’ve also had horrible things happen to me in the past on Xmas day, the memories of which are hard to escape this time of year. I try to be as polite about it as I can.