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Can anyone remember a time when christmas was magical?

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Yep! I've had super magical Christmases. Both as a kid & adult. I've also had deeply painful ones. For me, very little is as painful as remembering what happiness felt like.
 
I am aging in reverse.. Christmas to me frequently was magical to me as a very small child- the tree specifically always fills me with a feeling of awe and peace and goodness.

The way I see it, it's an opportunity celebrate, a time meant to epitomize love. So I say, it's Jesus' Birthday- thank you for inviting me.

It may be my last, or others' last, if it was I say to myself, what would I do differently?

I've got a sister getting chemo, very bad, work in health care, really rough. See so much suffering, know of my own. Have full mixed-bag of every emotion during this time, the worst cut to the bone/ heart. But I can take nothing for granted.

Still, to me, it is the season of love. People, and especially suffering people, I think, need more of that. It's just a new concept to me to even remotely consider the same for myself.

Do what brings you peace, or joy.

I heard a few days ago doubt is like sand in an oyster shell. If surviving is the goal, it's a good one too. Really good. Really really good, and as magical as it gets, dealing with this. Everything becomes a bonus. :)

(I always preferred Snoopy/ Peanuts to Currier and Ives. ;) )

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I had a strange and unsettling realisation yesterday that the first Christmas I remember was in my early 20s.

I have always struggled at this time of year, even when I was functioning just fine. It’s been harder the last few years. My partner and I try to resist all calls of family. This is for my sake. We have a 500 plus playlist of Christmas music - from Handel’s Messiah to jazz - that gets played from December 1st. We have a fresh tree beautifully decorated and lots of kitsch outdoor lights - my partner does all this because he’s realised how easily I can be triggered into a tailspin if some small thing goes awry. We have Christmas Day and Boxing Day with our dogs and cats. No pressure. Sleep in. Drink good champagne and cook and eat when we feel like it. It’s still a bit of a miracle if I don’t end up in tears at some point.

Last night was the most magical Christmas Eve ever. One of my puppy people held a gathering at her house for pups of my breeding and their friends. 4 families and 8 dogs aged from 4 months to 14 years. So special to see them all playing together - especially the 2 youngsters who haven’t seen each other for 2 months. It’s the same sense of focus and being in the present that I get when I train my dogs. But this went for 6 hours rather than 6 minutes.
 
Oh @SheilaKathy that made me laugh for all the wrong reasons.:( :hug:

Well, get a load of this: last week and prior at work, well I can usually make them laugh with honesty, well because of decorations/ the elevator etc, people repeatedly got in to what was on your wish list to Santa? I said always only a horse.. and I'm still waiting... Except the last time I repeated it it didn't feel funny, more like what your first post contained @Mal Content . :meh: Just the feelings a lifetime later. Or as Friday said, contrasting the difference, not just happiness but hope and such, how life bleeds it out.

So I go tonight to church, had to come late, - see a golden poinsettia (that's a 1st), end up standing (yay), back against the wall (double yay), move to the corner because some man keeps telling me to sit on the table, that I have long legs (?). Anyway, I put my purse and stuff on the floor, go in it a few times; the lights are on, then off, then on, then off again at the end. They come on- and no BS- there is a hand-sized (golden) stuffed horse at my feet :wideeyed::wideeyed::wideeyed::wideeyed::wideeyed: . I took it, in case it was a delusion or hallucination (!) ,(and for other reasons :sneaky::p), but nope, it's sitting here on my bed this very moment. :wideeyed: And it has an orange star on it and 2 blue curly-cues. :inlove::wideeyed:

Go figure! :wideeyed:
 
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The first Christmas I can remember was when I was about four. I felt melancholy even then, although I didn't have a word for it yet. I loved the church concert the evening before, and I loved opening my stocking before anyone else was awake, but as soon as my family was up and about, my sense of well-being vanished.

It's true that having children brings magic to the season. I didn't grow believing in Santa, and I only taught my kids that Santa was a representation of the spirit of giving. But my 24-year-old gets a dreamy smile on her face when she talks about her childhood Christmases, so something went right. Even now, my very big kids can't wait to take down their stockings on Christmas morning, or open their new Christmas pj's the night before. Maybe there's a little bit of magic lingering in the air...maybe I've just been too tired and preoccupied to feel it...
 
I hope we get to see your framed pictures in the art therapy thread...thanks for replying!
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I'm working on it, but it won't happen right away. I have to figure out all sorts of things first, like how to get them up onto the web. Then how to link to them. And worst of all is that my cameras died, so I have to buy new one(s). (No one bought me one for the holiday, as far as I know. There is still time though)! Maybe God will provide.
 
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