As the cold air hits me I wonder for the thousandth time what being homeless feels like. A sinking scary feeling fills my breast. To wander isolated amidst all that holiday cheer has to be devastating. But then again, you don’t have to be homeless to feel that way.
The above quote from fellow blogger, waiterrant, hits home on so many levels for me.
For more years than I care to admit, when the holidays roll around, the isolation germinates at first with a still dead beat of my heart (starting with the first leaves of Fall catching a ride on the wind). The sense of dread grows as the commercialism of the holiday season goes into overdrive, and the loneliness (even in a crowded room) comes to a head as the old standby Christmas songs and television specials litter the airways as sure as the snowflakes fly.
To wander isolated amidst all that holiday cheer has to be devastating.
Thankfully, the holiday blues will pass a few days into the New Year (and the pity party will end, too). Unfortunately, the time between now and then seems like an eternity.