So just for context i have always enjoyed Christmas. Mostly the time leading up to it. Everyone seems so cheerful during this time. Hopeful that good things were in the horizon. A year or two ago i was very sick. This illness attacked my body and mind. For an entire month. Needless to say it was one of the worst times of my life. Nightmares, depression, lots of very terrible thoughts. I was lucky in one respect at the virus peak influence it was a few weeks before Christmas. In the radio was cheerful songs full of hope. The tv was filled with happy movies about Christmas. It helped me pull threw. Gave me hope i would get well. After another month i won that fight. Though the mental damage lingered for another three months. Some of the damage i believe is permanent. Certain things i once could watch or read i cant now. But im alive still counting Christmas's and giving thanks to God. For surviving to see more.