Right now, I am intensely avoiding all conversations that involve talking about family…
Each time my mind wants to rest on what I don’t have, I shut it down. Colleagues going to visit their elderly parents, buying presents etc etc. Love being reciprocated.
I can feel my anxiety rising and along with it memories of the hurt, the rejection, the abuse, abandonment and currant denial of all.
I am reaching for the void, that place of ‘nothingness’. That place where words don’t hurt and sticks and stones lie on the forest floor and not poised to break my bones.
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year… for whom?