The Christmas season can be one of joys and one of trials. Mental illness is more apparent because we think we should be happy, be better, be "fixed". Some Christmases suck, some are worse than others, and some are where you appreciate the trials you've endured. Some see you wearing this mask to cover up the hurt, pain, and how broken you actually feel. It's that conundrum of wanting to see people but fearing them finding out what lies behind the mask. And when you're in a crap mood you already don't want to be there and put on this fasad. It aches the longer it's there but you feel it's the best thing to do. Cause you don't want people to see how tough life is and how much life is wearing you down. But it's in the moment you can remove it, be real, and be who you are, the ugly tears, the foul words, let words pour our that may not make sense, and reciting that embrace and all that is what makes it beautiful. And during this season it's tough. But you don't have to have it all worked out, you don't have to have it together, you can be just you. And that's sometimes the greatest gift during the tough holiday season. A chance to be you and not be judged. A chance to seek and find that welcoming person or people who love, care, and understand you for you. There is beauty in brokenness because it's the honesty of our soul that is clear. An honest soul is more beautiful than the mask covering it. Be you, be your honest self, and be real with your emotions during this Christmas season.












