After retiring, a couple of years ago, I thought, great, no more work, no more pressure and "Just piss off" seems a perfectly acceptable response to any question now. To be fair, most of the time it's been good with the occasional wobble. But Christmas for the last couple of years has been torture. I seem to have this dread of the season and no escape. Everytime you put on the tele or go to the supermarket after October it''s just a barrage of "Christmas is coming, you must have a great time, you WILL enjoy every minute and to make sure we're going to fill every ad break, television program and every bloody song you hear festive until you give in."
For two weeks prior to the season to be "jolly" I'm in a state of panic and have no idea why. Of course, then I feel guilty because my wife knows I feel this way, although I fight it, and the poor woman can't have the Christmas she deserves. I know I don't have to buy into all of it and, stupidly, once the day arrives it never is as bad as I anticipate. (ain't it always the way,) but I do feel alone because of it and one of the few times I wished I was a Jehovah's Witness.My wife is very understanding as she also has panic attacks and anxiety but she deserves better.
Am I really alone in this and any advice would be gratefully received.
On the plus side, I'm in my late 60's, still alive and kicking, achieved some things that the average person would run a mile from and I'm sure that has only happened because of the strength I've gained from this disorder. Bless you all and I really do hope you're having a good time.