Heart VS Head: The second one

Christmas day is nearly over. I feel much more peace than I did earlier. Funny how family, laughter, and connection does that to you. I talked and wrote out my feelings, stopped thinking about myself, and got shit done. She's on top of it babey! The thing is, as soon as I stopped thinking about how crappy I felt, I nearly instantly felt better. BUT, one cannot just dismiss negative feelings. They must be dealt with. No burying the weeds, we pull those fuckers out.

 Weed number 1: Am I missing Christmas?

 It may feel that way, but Head is reminding me that I gave gifts, received gifts, played holiday games, took part in advent, watched Christmas movies, and sang 'Frosty the Snowman' one too many times. I did not miss Christmas.

 Weed number 2: Are my friends tired of taking care of me?

 Perhaps. I have received a lot from them, but they've given it freely, no strings attached. What would be the purpose of attaching strings now? Doing so would negate the love that they put into Heart.

 Weed number 3: Do my parents no longer care about giving to me because they don't celebrate Christmas?

 WTF is this. Seriously. Even Heartless and Headless Hannah knows this is crazy. This is a straight up lie. Changing your ideals around holidays does not affect how you feel about your kids. That's silly.

 Weed number 4: Does this blog need to have a takeaway?

 Meh, not really. If people want to read it, that's their choice. If I'm needing to communicate how I feel to someone specific, I better grow a pair and tell them how I feel, tactfully, with warning, and asking them if they have the mental space for it. Because that's kind.

 My closing thoughts are as follows:
Talk to people when you're down
Get out of the house
Dress up
Stop thinking about yourself

 Merry Christmas ya filthy animals, and God bless us, everyone.

 -Hannah, Heart, and Head

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