Holiday Blues and MND
It's been a while since I last updated this blog. I lost interest for a while (which happens quite often), and I thought I had already moved past the grief stage of living with MND, but I was wrong especially during the holiday seasons. Christmas was quiet last year. Not the peaceful, candle-lit kind of quiet. The 'no family nearby, just the two of us and the two little doggos' kind of quiet. I live with MND for almost 5 years now, so quiet days aren’t new to me. But this one felt different. Since I lived here in NZ, I have always spent holidays and special occasions with friends, chosen family, really. Over the years, it became our normal. So when Christmas came and went without an invite or a “come over, it doesn’t have to be fancy,” it stung. What hurt more was the silence. I saw online that my friends had gathered for a lovely dinner party. All dressed up. Smiling. Together. And somehow, we didn’t cross their minds. I don’t think it was intentional. But it still hurt....