Holidays. They are supposed to be a time of happiness, of forgiveness, of peaceful, boisterous, family reunions full of Christmas carolers and glasses of egg nog. Full of pretty lights and cheery faces. A time of feasting and splendor.
That’s what the movies tell us anyways. That’s what the holidays are supposed to be like, we tell ourselves.
But for me, and many others, the holidays are a time of hurt. A time of remembering the bad things that happened, and having to face the people we wish to forget forever. To me, they are a time of feeling more trapped than ever. More alone than ever. They are a time of sadness that no amount of christmas carols or sugary cookies can fix.
They are a time when I am reminded of just how much my family is torn apart.
So if you are one of those people who, like me, feels the strain of perfectionistic expectations of what the “perfect holiday” should be, I encourage you to read this article by Christina Enevoldsen, one of the founders of overcomingsexualabuse.com, to remind yourself that you are not alone.
The holidays can be a time of joy, true, but for some, they can be a time of immense hurt and sadness. Ultimately, a holiday should not be bound by the restrictions of Hollywood ideals. A holiday should be whatever makes YOUR days feel merry and bright.