For many the thought of bright lights, tables overflowing with food and family come to mind.
For others thoughts of loneliness, desertion and heartache come to mind.
I’m a combination of both.
Three years ago, after celebrating Thanksgiving with my family, giving thanks for my mom’s health and time spent with family, my mom was hospitalized and died shortly after. Before my mom died I associated Thanksgiving with the death of my high school best friend. While others were excited for time away from school/work, food and time to see cousins who live far away my mind was on the people that I lost. Thanksgiving for me is one of the hardest times of the year. But it wasn’t always this way.
I grew up in a family where holidays were everything; we had decorations for every miniscule holiday and made food weeks in advance to the actual holiday. Growing up I loved holidays but now I find myself dreading them; I count the days until they’re over and life can go back to normal.
Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s a great time to reflect on all that you have and are thankful for this past year, but try to remember that some people are only able to think of the hurt that this time of year brings around.
This holiday season I challenge you to reach out to someone you haven’t talked to in a long time or someone you think may really be struggling this season. Tell them how much they mean to you and that they’re appreciated because, for many people, the holidays can be some of the loneliest times of the year.