A Lifetime of Hating Christmas

by anon
(United Kingdom)

I want to kill myself every Christmas. I hate the last four months of every year, including my birthday in October... I only live for summer.

The minute my favourite jewellery shopping channel stupidly puts up a Christmas tree on the 1st of October, I stop watching it and don't tune in again until after January. The sight of "Festive Season" restaurant menus in late August fill me with fire-spitting rage and suicidal despair.

I did try to end it all one Christmas and spend many months being put back together. It put me off doing anything like that again.

Yet every season of so-called goodwill leaves me more and more in dread of the next one to come. It's the association with winter, stress, expense and false glitz.

I'm Christian but I am hanging on by a fraying thread to my faith. As the days get shorter and colder I really just want to close my eyes forever.