When I was a child, my family wasn’t allowed to be a part of Christmas. Because of this, I hated the holiday.

I felt different, separate, and cast out.

It wasn’t because we were poor. My family just didn’t believe in holidays.

But it went beyond the presents and decorations. There were no Christmas cookies. No carols. No greeting cards. Nobody was allowed to say “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays”.

When I became an adult, I ignored Christmas. It was just another day to me. But inside, I felt hollowed out.

I felt isolated and lonely, even if I was in a room full of people. There was a shadow that surrounded me.

I’m grateful today, because I don’t have to feel that anymore. It’s been a long and difficult journey.

And I’m not finished yet.

First I crawled. Then I walked. Now, I’m learning to run.

And one day, my dear reader, I will fly.

Would you like to soar with me?

Merry Christmas to all who read this. Truly, you are in my heart.

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Thank you for reading, and for supporting my efforts to heal. I hope this has helped you in some way. May God bless you and keep you always ❤️

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