This was meant to be a Mental Health Carnival in the style of the lovely Carol over at Dance Without Sleeping, but I can't help feel I have let her down by not promoting hard enough and by not getting many contributions.
In fact hers is the only one, not including my introductory post. Carol's is a great post, read it here, her Christmas Crazy is something I am indeed overly familiar with.
Like Carol I too put pressure on myself and underlying depression feeds the guilt I expressed in the opening of this post; it's all magnified by the pressure I think my of us put ourselves under to be the perfect.... (you fill in the blank). And, yes and, it enables the wonderful delights of depression to Dance like Sugar Plums in our heads.
I'm pretty sure Carol wouldn't hold this against me, but I had such high hopes...
Anyway, while I'm typing this I'm not wrapping the presents I should be wrapping and my inner Elfzilla is yelling at me to write cards.
Personally I want to tell my inner ugly sister Griselda to go f'ck herself but would that really be in the spirit of Christmas?
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I don't mind being the only one. Does it mean I'm *special*?
Thank goodness Christmas only comes but once a year. It doesn't have to be perfect because there is always at least one moment during the day when the magic appears. Fingers crossed, anyway. And keep the cards for next year and tell everyone you donated to charity instead.
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