Again with the holidays. Do we have to do this every year? Yes. Dammit.
It all kicks off in glorious fashion with one of my all time hated traditions, Black Friday. They might as well as call it Suckers Thursday, because it starts now on Thanksgiving late afternoon. It’s mostly 99% bull, unless you want a great deal on socks.
This is the time for Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and it is most often associated with the decrease in light people get in the winter. I’m sure that’s part of it, but I also think another part of it is the pressure I have talked about before. The pressure to be happy. The pressure to buy the “right” gift. The guilt of the Christmas Spirit. I already don’t like society telling me what I have to do, and at Christmas, there is nothing but pressure about what you have to do and the way you have to feel. Maybe it’s not that I don’t want to do these things, but I want to do it on my own terms, without any pressure or judgement. For people who already struggle daily with their mood and temperament, it’s not easy to be bombarded with Ho Ho Ho, Jolly Jolly, get an ugly Christmas sweater, buy stuff, buy stuff, buy stuff.
If Christmas was really about Christ, it would be focused on simpler things, like unconditional love and acceptance which could be a comfort for people with depression and anxiety. People with depression don’t want an Xbox. They want a warm hug and to be told you love them and will support them in any way you can.