This year, I wanted Advent to be different. I wanted to prepare for it. To be ready in my heart even if the house wasn’t magazine-standard beautiful.
I want so much to leave behind the meltdowns that have characterised Advents of years gone by – emotional crashes caused by distress over the season – fears over having to call home, fears of hearing the cold voices punishing me for not caring enough, fears of having to make lame excuses for not going home this Christmas. Fear fear fear.
This year, I finally left the prison of Emotional Parent Abuse. I’ve finally recognised what happened to me and I’ve taken the important steps to leave this darkness, to break free of it, to not inflict it upon others close to me. and to deal with the repercussions of breaking away from my abusers – my parents.
And I’ve come alive, finally.