Over the last week, I’ve fought the typical holiday blues. I recall the previous year, my first Christmas without my late husband. I’m dreading the upcoming holidays, knowing it will be a repeat of the previous. Compound the anxiety to include our fighting of the Covid pandemic, and to be safe, we need to shelter-in-place.
It would be so easy to succumb to depression. I very well could, and some would say I would have justification. Perhaps, but when I watch the news or look on the internet, I witness thousands of families suffering this year because of losing a family member or close friend to the Covid. Even as devastating this pandemic has been throughout the world, I can find a ray of hope and optimism that we can and will get through it together. I will do my part by staying home. I will thank God the virus has affected none of my family and friends. I will also pray for those that are victims.
I also remember many previous adverse holidays I have experienced. One of those Christmas came to mind, and I will share it with this post. The following I extracted from my book, One Month, Twenty Days, and a Wake-Up. After reading it, please leave me your comments. Please tell me how you are coping with the holiday blues.
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Sherry Meyer is a writer I follow, and she posted a piece that affirms how I have been feeling lately. Even when I have more than enough to occupy my day, I find means of avoiding my priorities. At the end of the day, I reprimand myself for my procrastination. I’m constantly fighting the loneliness for human contact. I have days my depression is elevated to the point I all but vegetate. While daily, I’m bombarded with negative narratives from TV and social media, it is hard to keep a positive attitude.
