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Like so much in my life Christmas has become a dull gray shadow of it’s former self. It’s sparkle is gone. I loved Christmas,I wish I could feel the Christmas spirit again.
I completely agree with you there.
Maybe it was always my depression, but Christmas lost its magic for me long before I was formally diagnosed. The relentless “joy” of the season just wears me down.
One up on me, my tree is still in the shed, but I’m working nights over Christmas this year so that’s part of the reason
This is exactly how I feel.
You’re not kidding.
This is me beyond words. December hurts.
Keva Alvarado-Yule
After working in a big box store where i had to sell these damn Christmas merch. That last speech bubble rings true
Feelings like this are why I like the older version of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, from before they decided it was too depressing and made it all happy happy.
“Someday soon we all will be together if the fates allow
Until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow
And have ourselves a merry little Christmas now.”
(It also had “Someday all our troubles will be out of sight” instead of “From now on…”, etc.)
I used to sing that version for myself during a particularly bad period in my life, and it helped a little bit.
Since the age of two, every single Christmas has tied my stomach in nauseating knots. Overbearing blowhard father got his jollies controlling everyone and everything. Age 2: wouldn’t let anyone go downstairs until he was done playing with our toys as we watched; made to feel like I did something wrong. Age 3: took my favorite present away, broke it when he took it apart to see how it worked, threw it away and made me feel like crap for being given a toy that broke. Age 4: wouldn’t let me play at all with the model railroad set he had just given me. Age 5…year after year for decades. I hated Christmas but smiled because I was supposed to.
Your father was a complete asshole. I’m sorry he ruined even the simple act of getting gifts for you. 🙁
Nothing deep to say here, (I still very much enjoy Christmas, thank god for anti-depressants that are actually working), but I just want to say that she is drawn so beautifully in this comic, especially in panel 3.
Thank you for the kind words about the art!
Have a Merry Fucking Christmas! Yeah seriously.
Have a Merry Fucking Christmas to you too! 🙂
(Sorry I thought it was a greeting)
Christmas is the worst. What I totally fail to understand why this needs to extend this over 6 weeks, pushing you constantly into shopping useless crap. Surprisingly enough, this year was not so bad, maybe I did a good job shielding it.
This is so true. Then I get to add guilt because my wife and son enjoy Christmas so much but I am always bring them down because I am unable to feel what they feel. This is the time of year when I am at my lowest, and even the meds can’t change it. I just want it to be over. At least I can appreciate the artwork.
I spend every Christmas drunk. I cook the food and wear a smile, but it’s exhausting.
This has been the worst holiday for me in many years. And to top it off, my birthday is in two weeks. Fuck everything.
Hey, I’m right there with ya. I’ve spent the holidays planning to divorce my spouse and my birthday is next week.
The fact that I was glad I had gotten so sick on Christmas and wouldn’t have to be around all the celebrations pretty much says it all.