I’ve seen it all.
A Thomas the Tank Engine Multivitamin Advent Calendar.
Somebody shoot me.
Politician Frank Field says of Christmas;
“It is my favourite festival because it reminds us that we can always begin again”…
…A sentiment I like because it’s rooted in hope. Now, perhaps you are one of those enviable types whose boundless optimism shines forth, making you a beacon for desperate souls like me (who experiences hope in a short rush
which passes the mind through like sand from a loosely clasped fist).
Perhaps you are a glass half full sitting on the sunny side of the table.
If so, great! You can probably look over your shoulder and give a grateful nod to those who brought you up (controversial point, I know).
If like me, you struggle to keep a faint ember glowing, this post is for you!
When I started writing this blog, I wanted it to be about HOPE. I wanted it to be a small ray of hope streaking through the darkness of cyberspace.
If ever there was a time where we see the little lights of hope, “Advent” is it. And I want to say that Christmastide, although an incredibly tough time for people like myself and perhaps, you, is also a time where there is a sense of something new… and not just the ipad or the SatNav in your stocking, but in the way that we can live our lives and make small changes in the ways we react and respond to people or situations.
Hope is intrinsically linked with change: something I’ve never really thought about before, but seems so relevant to those of us who struggle with eating disorders or addictions. It’s so easy to give up. Sometimes it’s easier to say; “I’ll never make it”; “I can’t change”; “my ED is stronger”;”my problems run too deep”. But the painful truth is, believing these ‘despair-mongerous’ statements (okay, so I made up a word), is putting a jamjar over a flame.
And we’ve all done it. We all give in to the nagging despair. But it doesn’t have to be like that. We can fight for the life we want, or to be the person we want to be. Where there is hope, there is light and life. Christmastime can be full of angst and grief and despair. It can be a time of immense loneliness and suffering. But, as in the real Christmas story, there can be moments where hope is born.
The hope that we can make it… that we haven’t blown it.