Does christmas seems less chearful as the years go by?
I remember when Christmas time was a thing I couldn't wait for. The joy, the fancy Christmas tree, spending the holidays at my grandparents place, the cheery Christmas music, their massive smiles, the presents, the snow, it was all so beautiful...
But as time went on, my grandparents died out. My parents aged. And I've watched them slowly age every year... My Christmas cheer turned into a bitter sweet mess.
All I can see in past Christmases now is sadness.
I've always made sure I spend Christmas and New year with my parents, or at least Christmas... It's important to me and more importantly... critical to them. This year is no exception. I love my parents and want to be there and spend more time together. Except this time my girlfriend is along for the ride. And this creates an issue...
You see, when I get back home for Christmas it's always the same thing. We'd do the cheery stuff, have dinner and after dinner my mom would go immediately to bed. She can't stay up late. Me and my dad would have some whiskey and watch a movie halfway through and then my dad would get tired and go to bed too. Leaving me alone with my happiness vanishing and a box set of all the sadness and depression from past winters and all of my depressive thoughts appearing for the future. I love my mom and dad dearly, they are incredible, compassionate and loving parents and great people, but this is eating me from the inside.
Knowing my mom and dad are getting older and weaker and Christmas time seems to be the time that highlights this the most. Knowing one very sad Christmas approaches, where there won't be three of us... There will be two. One of my parents will be dead. That's the thing I dread.
So I'd drink a bottle of whiskey and drink myself to sleep every Christmas night, been doing it for the past 5 years. But this time my girlfriend is there with me. I can't do this. I can't drink myself into unconsciousness all teary eyed... I don't want her, or my parents seeing this little spectacle, or that part of my depression and sadness I hide away.
Anyone else feel like this around Christmas?
Thank you for anyone reading this.