I sound like such a party pooper but I do have anxiety and have suffered with poor mental health since I was a child so maybe this explains this all (although years of cbt and counselling have never helped me to get to the bottom of it all). No idea why I have felt this way as I had a lovely childhood and very much looked forward to this time of year.
Yet, at the same time I have always dreaded it. Of course, we all have emotional feelings when it comes to thinking about past Christmases and those we have lost over the years but this is a much deeper melancholic feeling which I have never been able to fully put my finger on.
I think that I have always associated Christmas as a marking of things coming to an end, a big burst after a huge build up which is something I have never liked. I have never liked that super quiet feeling after a big crescendo , I have always liked my life to be a steady flow rather than all and then nothing. The vast nothingness after the weeks of excited anticipation and then the big day was always too much for me and I have felt this hard since childhood and beyond. Also the acknowledgement that yet another year has passed by (even more hard hitting now I am 51, my kids are teens, parents are elderly and my mum has dementia), the long bleak Winter which stretches ahead and the uncertainty of a new year looming always leaves me feeling strange and very unsettled.
Even when I make my festivities a quiet and easy going one I still feel this. I have also experienced this after long summer holidays, trips away and even Sunday evenings bring this feeling and they still do decades on.
Does anyone else get this feeling? It really puts a dampener on all the festivities for me, especially the Christmas ones but I have felt this for most of my 51 years so I doubt I will ever feel differently over it.