Christmas only highlights the potential for happiness that exists all around me, yet I am unable to achieve. Christmas makes my spouse even more angry and abusive.
I held onto that childhood joy for many years, but when I live in fear and this constant fight-or-flight that's necessary to survive in this home, it's impossible to muster.
One year when I was an active alcoholic I started to self harm to the point that my husband called the police on me. I spent Christmas Eve in jail, and honestly? It was so peaceful compared to home. I don't want much, just to be able to live without being constantly yelled at, belittled, and accused of things I'd never do. Just to *not* wonder when something else will fly across the room or be broken for the slightest reason or no reason. To wonder if another tracker has been placed on my phone or on my car, or if he'll somehow find my posts here.
In jail, I could actually talk to people without fear, sit and play a card game without people complaining it was stupid and Bad ,or that I was stupid and Bad.
And when they released me on Christmas Day, a bunch of people took me to a Christmas buffet before going home. It was so very nice and thoughtful of them, and I'm very grateful to this day for the kindness shown me, even to an alcoholic/addict like myself.
So yeah, most chill Christmas I had in the past decade was in jail.
So if I can somehow navigate through this, I might not CTB.
But I'm afraid I'm irreparably damaged and broken. Not sure I can find happiness again. But I guess I'll try because what have I to lose.
Anyway, sorry I went off on a tangent about myself. This site is the only place I talk about shit other than my one friend on discord, and I have to censor myself a bit for him because people get off-put by talking to openly about wanting to CTB y'know
I sympathize with how you feel, and you expressed it well.