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I Am Tired: A Christmas Story

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I sat down to hopefully, write something profound this Christmas morning.

This is my first Christmas not giving a single gift and I thought maybe I could write about that; what the experience was like and how I felt while opening gifts from others.

I thought about the topic, my Christmas spirit was stolen because yesterday I was missing my friend Kyle who chose to end his life. I was bitter and sad that he wasn’t here and his family had to continue “celebrating” holidays without him.

And my grandpa…we lost him recently, and ever since his passing Christmas isn’t the same. No holiday is.

Even the sweet old woman I met at the gym last week told me she had to keep her body moving so her mind didn’t take over and get her into trouble. She lost her husband and misses him like crazy. “There’s no one there to bitch to anymore,” she told me.

Christmas isn’t a fun, joyful, or merry time for everyone, I thought. For some, it’s the hardest time of the year, full of pain and remorse. And that should be acknowledged and respected.

The new year is right around the corner, and I should probably prepare a few articles to release; A reflection…