Have a Very Merry, Mentally Healthy Christmas.. Why it's not for me
Christmas. The holidays. The festive season. I have been sitting on this blog post for a good few weeks now, tossing up whether or not to post it. Now, I am not one to care very much about what other people think of me, especially when it comes to being fully open and honest about my mental health issues. But that was the exact reason that I have sat on this post for so long. The idea that I would be judged harshly for my stance and feelings towards the holiday season. In a nutshell, I was worried to look like a negative, self entitled asshole. This time of year can be an enjoyable, beautiful time of year that a lot of the world looks forward to each year. I am not one of those people. For me, Christmas Day is a special kind of hell. In my mind, it's a time of year where we force ourselves to spend half of our savings accounts lavishing gifts on everyone close to us, where the pressure of being 'happy' and 'festive' is so intense that every member of our fa
