This year has been a gigantic ball ache and frankly I will be shouting to 2024 to fuck off at midnight tomorrow.
First off, a good friend passed away of cancer, happened very quickly, which we were all thankful for really as her suffering was quite short. But I was gutted.
I then lost my job and with it our home and had to stay with in laws which was awful and stressful.
Just as things started to get back on track, my sister passed away. She took her own life. I hadn't seen her in a number of years-not my choice and was caused by our mother. It got me like a brick and I feel like a huge part of me is missing.
Then, another very close friend died suddenly two weeks before Christmas. It really came as a shock to our mates and DH and I. We have all, as a group, been bereft.
As a result, I love Christmas and New Year but Christmas I felt lost. I felt wrong for having fun.
I now am dreading New Years as it feels wrong to be happy. I know it's stupid. But I do feel a huge level of guilt.