achybreakyheart
05-10-14, 20:18
Hi there, thank you for clicking on my post. :)
The title says it all, really.
I'm a 17 year old girl who has recently moved abroad for school.
Currently, I'm euphoric because of this life change, and most of my health anxiety (I have hypothyroidism, high blood pressure, and allergies) has vanished! :) So, that's great, and I will continue to strengthen.
However, in my new, amazing life, people have started mentioning Christmas, and many express their excitement to return to their homes. The very mention of the word causes me to wince. I am no big fan of Christmas for the very reason that all of my Christmases after the age of 10 have been miserable for various reasons.
It is mostly due to my mother's phenomenal lack of enthusiasm. I grew up with her alone without any siblings, cousins, grandparents, or a father figure. I don't blame her, and I do love her; she worked three jobs (she is a workaholic) and one of them was at a church so she had to be absent during the most sacred times of Christmas. This led to us not even eating a single Christmas meal together, and I spent this Christmas Eve '13 alone, walking around our flat like a zombie whilst thinking of all the people that would love to have me in their company, if only they could find me.
I don't feel sorry for myself at all, I just fear the consequences of being left at my own accord too long, and I don't want to soil the recovery I've made. I don't want to be alone again; to get strange, almost suicidal thoughts; to question the very meaning of life. I just want someone to help take care of me and distract me from my past experiences, I guess.
Then again, I take very good care of myself. I exercise, eat healthy, study hard, and try to be a kind, all-rounded person. (Just this morning I bought a homeless woman a cup of hot chocolate.) I am alarmingly independent for someone aged 17, and I mostly spend time with older people, sometimes people in their thirties, forties, and fifties. I never feel satisfied around people my own age, but that's a completely different story.
I just feel like I've been screaming into the void for too long - that's why I went to college early, and, as I expected, my life has taken a big turn for the better - and now it's time for me to celebrate and rejoice in the company of people who care for me.
But I have no one back home except my mom, and I just cannot spend Christmas with her. She said exclusively that she doesn't want me to be miserable -- with her. She's even thinking of going somewhere by herself.
I've spent much time with strangers throughout my life, crashing here and there when need be, so I wouldn't mind spending this Christmas with some lovely loving people, even though I would never see them again, even though it would feel slightly awkward; I don't really mind, as long as I feel appreciated the tiniest bit.
I can cook, I can clean, I can take care of children, I can sing, I can play instruments, I can laugh, and I can love.
I can even pay to spend Christmas with someone.
This is not a desperate request, this is just my premature worries. I just need some advice from people who have experienced something similar and how they coped with it.
If anyone can help console me or perhaps give me some suggestions as to what the heck I can do, I would very much appreciate that.
And, no, there is no way I can spend Christmas with my mother.
Also, I am extremely happy right now, it's just the thought of Christmas that frightens me.
Have a lovely day, all, and keep swimming towards divinity :bighug1:
The title says it all, really.
I'm a 17 year old girl who has recently moved abroad for school.
Currently, I'm euphoric because of this life change, and most of my health anxiety (I have hypothyroidism, high blood pressure, and allergies) has vanished! :) So, that's great, and I will continue to strengthen.
However, in my new, amazing life, people have started mentioning Christmas, and many express their excitement to return to their homes. The very mention of the word causes me to wince. I am no big fan of Christmas for the very reason that all of my Christmases after the age of 10 have been miserable for various reasons.
It is mostly due to my mother's phenomenal lack of enthusiasm. I grew up with her alone without any siblings, cousins, grandparents, or a father figure. I don't blame her, and I do love her; she worked three jobs (she is a workaholic) and one of them was at a church so she had to be absent during the most sacred times of Christmas. This led to us not even eating a single Christmas meal together, and I spent this Christmas Eve '13 alone, walking around our flat like a zombie whilst thinking of all the people that would love to have me in their company, if only they could find me.
I don't feel sorry for myself at all, I just fear the consequences of being left at my own accord too long, and I don't want to soil the recovery I've made. I don't want to be alone again; to get strange, almost suicidal thoughts; to question the very meaning of life. I just want someone to help take care of me and distract me from my past experiences, I guess.
Then again, I take very good care of myself. I exercise, eat healthy, study hard, and try to be a kind, all-rounded person. (Just this morning I bought a homeless woman a cup of hot chocolate.) I am alarmingly independent for someone aged 17, and I mostly spend time with older people, sometimes people in their thirties, forties, and fifties. I never feel satisfied around people my own age, but that's a completely different story.
I just feel like I've been screaming into the void for too long - that's why I went to college early, and, as I expected, my life has taken a big turn for the better - and now it's time for me to celebrate and rejoice in the company of people who care for me.
But I have no one back home except my mom, and I just cannot spend Christmas with her. She said exclusively that she doesn't want me to be miserable -- with her. She's even thinking of going somewhere by herself.
I've spent much time with strangers throughout my life, crashing here and there when need be, so I wouldn't mind spending this Christmas with some lovely loving people, even though I would never see them again, even though it would feel slightly awkward; I don't really mind, as long as I feel appreciated the tiniest bit.
I can cook, I can clean, I can take care of children, I can sing, I can play instruments, I can laugh, and I can love.
I can even pay to spend Christmas with someone.
This is not a desperate request, this is just my premature worries. I just need some advice from people who have experienced something similar and how they coped with it.
If anyone can help console me or perhaps give me some suggestions as to what the heck I can do, I would very much appreciate that.
And, no, there is no way I can spend Christmas with my mother.
Also, I am extremely happy right now, it's just the thought of Christmas that frightens me.
Have a lovely day, all, and keep swimming towards divinity :bighug1: