Well, the Christmas is over for another year, and our waist-lines might have expanded ever so slightly to prove it! The Christmas frisson started before November this year in Dublin, and it was in full swing by the time December arrived, and we were all on the Christmas merry-go-round. Christmas merchandise and the requosent Christmas tunes (which by the way I love) played on every radio channel and every tv add. By December my brain circuit was almost like a set of Christmas lights over-heated going to blow its fuse at any moment, but all the time I loved it yes, the cheery faces and especially those of the children. But, like there was no respite as Christmas Day approached like a steam-train, where boom - Santy and gorgeous Christmas dinner (and rivers of turkey gravy) and Kris Kindle and Christmas crackers and of course that much needed glass of wine collided to leave a kalidoscope of nice memories.
Having depression, thankfully, never stopped me from enjoying Christmas. Boy, I am a real child at heart when it comes to Christmas and as you can guess I love the whole Christmas magic. I get positievly excited trying to decide what little presents to buy dear friends and family.
But, I do realise for some people, Christmas does not light up their hearts or warm their souls, as depression has iced up the receptors in the deep recesses of their brains, and it is all people can do is to complain about the biting, bitter,Winter cold and stay warm. This is coming from someone who would stay cocooned in my bed until 3pm in the afternoon on a warm, sunny idyllic Summer's day, feeling numb and sad, when the world made no sense to me.
So, whether Winter or Summer, and now that the Christmas lights have been put away for another year, I hope depression thaws as the warmer, brighter days are on their way.
