OliveJewel
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I know it’s so easy to be a Scrooge. I’ve generally despised the holidays for various reasons and it’s changed since going through recovery. After recovery I can stay present and get myself to admit that I enjoy certain aspects of it.
On a core level though there’s a sense of unease. I finally told my mom yesterday that it is my preference to spend holidays in nature with my friends. (Didn’t say that the trees and birds are my friends.). This was in response to her invitation to spend holidays with her and her husband.
I know I’m not alone as I see plenty of you also voicing similar things. Honestly I want to like the holidays. But there are so many flashbacks to the painful childhood memories that sometimes there needs to be space for grieving and maybe that’s part of the tension—that I’m making a rule that no grief is allowed. Maybe I need to accept that emotions are dialed up at this time.
Not sure why I’m posting or what I want in response. Maybe looking for recognition.
On a core level though there’s a sense of unease. I finally told my mom yesterday that it is my preference to spend holidays in nature with my friends. (Didn’t say that the trees and birds are my friends.). This was in response to her invitation to spend holidays with her and her husband.
I know I’m not alone as I see plenty of you also voicing similar things. Honestly I want to like the holidays. But there are so many flashbacks to the painful childhood memories that sometimes there needs to be space for grieving and maybe that’s part of the tension—that I’m making a rule that no grief is allowed. Maybe I need to accept that emotions are dialed up at this time.
Not sure why I’m posting or what I want in response. Maybe looking for recognition.