TW mum d**th, mention of r*f*gees, mention of w*r
Today, I have thought a lot about Christmas. I spoke to people on here in the groups and listened to what they where saying. For most of them, the festive season now is just horrible. It used to be just horrible for me as well. For more than a decade I was avoiding Christmas as to me it was the day my mum died. She didn't die that day. It's just that Christmas was a really important and special day in our family - the only really important and special day in our family - and that ended when she was gone.
Si I used to slide into depression at the beginning of the season. By the time Christmas was around I felt that so much as getting up was impossible. Every year on New Year's I wondered what my mum would say if she could see me and all I could do was cry. By the 6th of January I felt like not continue living.
For years and years I didn't celebrate Christmas at all. Than - slowly - that changed. I started to celebrate that day - just not Christmas. Everyone who was alone that day who I knew could come to my place and enjoy a meal and company. BUT no Christams things: no decoration, no Christams music, no presents. Just good food and socializing. Some people came to spend Christmas with me at my no-Christmas party.
Then I moved and found a home. I had a place where I could settle and be. I started picking up old Christmas traditions that my mother used to have - like writing a Christams letter to everyone who I hadn't personally seen that year. Baking loads of cookies and giving them away.
These days I am very involved with people who have lost their homes for one reason or another. Lost their homes or are forced to spend a lot of time seperated from their homes and their dear ones. Many of them are refugees. And suddenly, after all those years of running as fast as I could when hearing the word Christmas, after years of spending this season in hiding, suddenly it's me making sure their is a Christmas gathering for everyone. Just spending time together, drinking children's punch (just a mix of juices and spices, no alcohol), talking with each other and listening to each other.
Depending on the group the topics will vary. One group will go home for the holidays. One group will talk about being here all by themselves in a foreign country. One group will talk about the war that's still happening in their home country.
I hope all of you will find a setting for Christmas where you are listened to and heard.