So it’s that time of year again and my seasonal affective disorder is absolutely kicking my butt. Call it Christmas blues, but no matter what this time of the year completely exhausts me. I am stressed out, worn out, and even my bones ache, I just want to sleep, and it happens every single year.

I go through the daily motions, smile and wave, wish a cheery holiday to all, but this time around,  it is just getting to me badly. I know others feel the same way during the holiday season, and to be honest I take some comfort in that knowledge that I am not the only one.

I don’t despise Christmas, in fact I love the true meaning of Christmas, I love sharing a meal with loved ones, and even the soft pretty glow of Christmas lights at night. It is the mass commercialism, unabashed consumerism, and plastic nonsense that follows. The greed, the wants, and then the what’s next isn’t the real meaning of Christmas, but it is what I seem to see more and more.

I wish the holidays could be simple, peaceful,  and honestly come with less things…

I’ll get off my soap-box now, thanks for listening.