Christmas Day always makes me sad. Much like all good things, the holiday season must come to an end. And I’m never ready to say goodbye—to let go of the tinsel and the cheer and the peppermint mocha lattes. It’s my favorite distraction. Because when I’m not blitzed out on gingerbread cookies and perfectly tied ribbon, I have too much time to think about how sad I am and how empty I feel and how much I miss my mom. Because I miss her so much. And sometimes that feeling consumes me. And I slip into a place that’s so dark that I don’t know if I’ll ever find my way out.
I feel your pain. I really feel it
