Holidays, and What They Mean to Me

Holidays and the explanation of their origin. And when did we humans start to celebrate these particular holidays? Christian or Pagan? Or from another origin?

I grew up in an extremely toxic family. Therefore, Holidays were worse than “normal” days. What most families consider as days of happiness and joy because of time spent with each other, in mine it always was waiting when the bomb would burst. And how heavy the bomb would be. Would it be like a small one, or more like an atom bomb? The older I became, the worse the holidays. Until I stopped going to my family. I tried a few times in my adult life. Only to become more disappointed than I was.

Only in the last years, now in my 50s, I try to get rid of the old and painful memories of the holidays from my youth and adult life. By replacing them with much better memories. I am doing the best I can 🙂 Trying to re-wire my brains.


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