I’ve written before about my father’s love of Christmas. He never did anything half-way, and the holidays were his Super Bowl. Although he passed away more than 8 years ago now, his loss hits me at random times but is particularly striking during the holidays. I know this adds to my gloom at what is supposed to be the happiest time of the year.
I decided to take some time and figure out what I needed to do to feel better. The answer, ironically, was: Less.
I took a day off and leisurely wrote holiday cards. I took a nap instead of plowing through tasks on a Sunday afternoon. I declined invitations to some social events and instead went to bed early. I worried less about fancy dinners and more about family time. I made donations in my Dad's name to some causes close to my heart. I let the kids stay up late decorating cookies on a school night. I did less of what I felt obliged to do, and more of what felt important.
I began to feel better.
For me, this was a temporary downturn, but the episode heightened my awareness for and sympathy for others suffering from depression - not only during this season of light and merriment but throughout the year. I may never know what caused this dip in my level of cheer. Thankfully I have the support of friends and family near and far. There’s always help available, and I hope anyone who needs it is willing to reach out.
And if all else fails, I have lots of candy, and I’m happy to share.