But in recent years, when someone says "Christmas", "Sharing", "Kinship", "Together", "Gifts", "Love", or "Memories"... I don't know whether to cry my eyes out or scream in terror. This is always the month of perpetual fear for me, and I really hope that someday it will change. Someday, I'll make it change...when I'm stronger. When I'm less afraid. As for now, those remnants from before continue to pick me apart-- leaving this human with no defenses and an easily breakable demeanor.
"This weakness will pass" I say to myself. I want those words to come true so badly. Logically they will, but everyone's impatient.
Enough self-indulgence though. In truth, I'll be away for a while. I'll come back when all of this is over.
