In the Bleak Midwinter

Little help…?

I’ve got to admit it, I’m just not in a good place this Christmas. No, it’s okay, I didn’t accidentally take a wrong turn and find myself in Swindon whilst frantically trying to buy some last minute presents. You don’t have to send out search parties and rescue me just yet. I’m talking psychologically and emotionally (I rarely find myself in Swindon). A recent bereavement, and a not-so-recent bereavement that I hadn’t previously dealt with, have taken their toll. This wasn’t the post that I had scheduled to write. That was a frivolous blog about cats. And who doesn’t like frivolous blogs about cats? But feeling the way I do, it seemed a tad inappropriate. I’m virtually writing this blog off-the-cuff, and I never do that. I usually write a post a week before it’s due, then edit a good few times throughout that week. So this this post will be a bit rough around the edges, and I apologise in advance. I was in two minds about writing this blog at all, but I just felt I had a few things to get off my chest. When I’m at my most desolate, my writing is largely unaffected. That and my appetite, that hasn’t been affected either. In fact, I’m pretty hungry as we speak.

I know what you’re thinking. ‘She looks alright to me. I saw her laughing hard at funny cat videos just the other week’. And you’re right. I’m sure I was chortling my guts up about some insane feline climbing up (and subsequently knocking over) a Christmas tree. I’m still able to see the funny side of life, I remain ever on the look-out to be first to the punchline. But I’m not my happy-go-lucky self either. And this melancholia has manifested itself in a fear of responsibilities; anxiety over expectations put on me.

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Did you ever bury something that you didn’t feel able to deal with? Did you ever put something in a metaphorical box and think, ‘you know what? I’ll come back to that later’. Well, I did – I thought I was pretty clever to be able to do it. To actually have the ability to compartmentalise something and store it out of sight, so that even I didn’t think about it. Really, for days and weeks on end. I didn’t even know I had that ability. But low and behold, I did. It’s funny what grief can make you do. But of course, that hidden box seems to have resurfaced – I knew it would eventually. These things can turn around and bite you on the bum. You don’t need to be Sigmund Freud to have predicted this bad patch, but I dealt with my loss in the only way I knew how at the time. If I had a fault (and I assure you, I hardly have any), it would be that I always feel I need to be the strong one. And I don’t believe in airing my dirty laundry in public (apart from on this blog, of course). So I don’t speak to anybody about anything – ever. But sometimes you need to be able to put your hand up and say, ‘everything is not okay’, or ‘I’m struggling a bit’. And that’s alright – it has just taken me five years to figure that out.

I’m being fairly cryptic, I know, but I’m not really at liberty to go into huge amounts of detail. Although I’d love to, there is always this overwhelming compulsion to pour my heart out on this blog. That’s why I love writing; you just have this inherent ability to say things that you could never normally voice in your daily life. But suffice to say, Christmas isn’t always the happiest time of year for everyone. There are lots of us that carry a burden every December. In fact, I think it’s partly because you’re expected to be so happy, that you literally can’t live up to that expectation. And guess what? Us bereaved people don’t own the rights to being miserable at this festive time of year. There are many despondent people out there, living with situations far more difficult than mine. Some people can’t even find a causal relationship between their experiences and their unhappiness, and I can’t help but think that must be even worse. At least I know what’s getting me down.

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There’s always my Kirby.

So, if Christmas is a difficult time of year for you – it’s alright to admit it. Sometimes, Christmas is overwhelming – if you’ve lost somebody or are just generally in a bad place (like Swindon). Perhaps this year, take that expectation to have an amazing time off yourself, and you just might. Well, it might be alright, anyway. Christmas Day is just a day. Personally, I’m sure I’ll be able to enjoy it. I’ve got some time off and that will give me the opportunity to do a few of the things I love; namely writing and reading – and being with loved-ones. Also, I adore how excited my daughters get at this time of year; that inability to sleep on Christmas eve, the mad rush to open their presents, and the thrill of getting together with their family. And what’s more, there’s tonnes of really nice food to eat – so that’s a bonus in itself. On the downside, I’ll be overweight again because of it, but let’s deal with one problem at a time. Baby steps. And don’t worry, I’m sure I will have cheered up soon enough; there are other, (potentially) funnier blogs in my arsenal – there will always be a few more gags up my sleeve. I like to laugh just as much as the next man/woman – and if it’s at my own jokes, then so be it. And if I can’t, well then maybe I can watch a couple of funny cat videos. There’s always that to fall back on, right?

PS: Apologies to the people of Swindon. I’m sure your town has its charms. Not many, but some.

PPS: This post of originally titled ‘Tears of a Clown’, but I decided that sounded as though I felt myself to be utterly hilarious (just a bit of a crier). I mean, do I look like the kind of girl who’d say, ‘you don’t have to be mad to work here, but it helps!‘. ‘No’, is the answer you are looking for.

PPPS: I don’t mean to be so flippant about the holidays when some people are experiencing real problems. Here’s a list of helpful UK numbers: –

Childline: 0800 1111

Samaritans: 116 123

Crisis Homelessness: 0300 636 1967

Domestic Violence: 0800 970 2070

Mind: 0300 123 3393

Age UK: 0800 169 6565

Cruse Bereavement: 0800 808 1677

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17 thoughts on “In the Bleak Midwinter

  1. I am sorry for your losses, Adele. I can honestly say I know how you feel. After 4 years of repressed grief and assorted fun I ended up throwing my hands up and surrendered to therapy. It has actually helped me immensely. You are right. It is hard to be “on” all the time but I found that writing is a perfect distraction. It has proven to be an effective form of treatment. I wish you all the best and I look forward to many humorous blogs from you in the future. Take care and have a happy holiday season.

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  2. Hey Adele, I’m so glad you’ve shared this. A problem shared isn’t always halved, but it goes a little way to healing. By opening up and allowing those who care for you (and love you dearly) to know what is happening within goes some way in helping ‘us’ being the ‘best us’ for you. We can’t wave magic fairy wands or bring New Years wishes to fruition, but we can always be there for warm, loving company and maybe some mildly ridiculous laughs over a particularly poor cracker joke. There will be a poor cracker jokes, and there will be moments of quiet contemplation and reflection. I’m looking forward to sharing both with you.

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  3. Adele – this is such a powerful piece. Believe me, I know everything and more about ‘burying your grief’. Sometimes you dig it back up voluntarily, and at other times it surfaces violently and knocks you right over. This sounds like one of those times. It’s so very good to face it head on, as you have, and to write is even better. I hope you’ll be able to enjoy / endure Christmas and that time will steadily improve how you are feeling. And don’t worry about the weight – that can be put aside for now! Sending you a big e-hug and positive thoughts for the next few days x

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  4. To the degree that you’re able, I hope you find pockets of joy over the Christmas weekend. And trust me, you aren’t alone, no matter where that despair comes from or however well you’re able to conceal it. Ever onward for all of us, as best we can . . .

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  5. Adele, what a wonderful post.

    You are not alone. Christmas has been difficult for me for a long time. This year is no exception. To make matters worse, I had to put the family cat down this week. Why do awful things continue to happen over the holiday season. For what it is worth, my anecdote is to get outside for a walk with my kids. Rain or shine, I get out for several hours on Christmas day to reflect and look ahead.

    Keep writing and sharing your thoughts. I enjoy your posts.

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    • Oh I’m so sorry to hear about your cat, I love cats. We have 2 – I’d be devastated. I’m sorry to hear your Christmases are difficult too, there are too many of us out there. Enjoy your day with your family – I think getting out for a walk is a great idea! x

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