Christmas is my favorite season of the year. I literally live for it. I’ve always been enveloped by the Christmas spirit, months before and on the day; I’m genuinely happy. It’s a beautiful reminder of the things we do have, the family and loved ones we are blessed with. When
Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas and I might as well be Santa. But I feel like I spend my whole year preparing for my upcoming Christmas calorie intake.
I don’t like the term ‘holiday blues’ as that makes it sound less valid, because mental illness is more than feeling ‘blue’ and it doesn’t just turn up for the holiday, sadly for many of us, it takes years or a lifetime to manage that black dog. But I do believe that the festive season can make you feel worse, mentally speaking.
Shopping for someone who you know is suffering from mental illness, can be really hard.
You only want to show the person you love, that you support them, you want to put a smile on their face. But of course, like any gift, there is the risk you may upset them or the present will just end up in the back of the cupboard for the next year.