Brutal Honesty and Christmas

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So I had a bad morning. Like really bad. Not panic attack bad, which is kind of amazing considering everything else that happened this year, which makes me think that maybe I'm making serious progress in overcoming my anxiety. But still it was a bad morning.

And upon realising it was a bad morning, I immediately thought: I want to blog about this because I feel like I just need to get it out sometimes (like I usually do) but it's two days before Christmas and that's just kind of tacky to be all pissy about something when I'm constantly being reminded all over the damn internet about how blessed I am, and how other people have it worse, and Christmas miracles, and Santa and yay Jesus!

Not to mention I'm married to the spirit of Christmas insanity. A man who starts singing carols three weeks before Thanksgiving, insists on opening Christmas gifts the first week of December and has been trying to convince me that Die Hard counts as a Christmas movie.

Bah. Humbug.

I'm pissy today. Even though it's two days before Christmas. But you know what? I'll get over it. I'll probably blog about it later on, just to get it out in the open and off of my mind, but for now after writing this I've come to realise that even when life is a little pissy, I can still find a way to smile. A way to laugh through the pain.

Happy Christmas Eve-Eve, y'all.