IN WINTER, I FIND THE ATMOSPHERE AROUND CHRISTMAS REALLY BEAUTIFUL. EARLY IN THE MORNING AND LATE IN THE EVENING… THE LANDSCAPE IS PEACEFUL AND STILL, REGARDLESS OF THE WEATHER. IT RESONATES WITH MY INNER STILLNESS. AND THEN ALL THE LIGHTS AND THE COSINESS. BUT DON’T WORRY — THIS IS NOT A FEEL-GOOD CHRISTMAS STORY. FOR SOME PEOPLE, CHRISTMAS IS SHIT. NOW, IF YOU RECOGNISE YOURSELF IN THAT, PLEASE KEEP READING.
This morning I was sitting alone, and my thoughts went back to when I was a little girl, in warm Mexico. I loved Christmas. It was a time of family, good food and presents. My Christmases changed slightly when I moved to the Netherlands, but still beautiful. The lights. The warmth of the fireplace. Decorating and preparing. Time with family and friends. Chocolate, oliebollen. Memories that only later become memories.
But I promised you this would not be a feel-good preach, and I like to keep my word. That is not why I am writing these words. For many people, Christmas is just shitty For many, Christmas is lonely. When all that beauty is missing — or simply out of reach — an emptiness appears. Perhaps grieve. Perhaps loneliness.
That was the case for me last year. Not because I lacked material or physical things, but because I felt so different. Everything was different. People around me and I were still trying to tune into who I had become. My energy was super low, my patience super short. I had severe anaemia. I no longer recognised myself in the mirror, with my scars and my woolly head. My head… triggers came in to hit, all together at once. And sometimes the silence was deafening — not the gentle, peaceful kind, but a heavy, empty silence. I was so sad.
I got through it with many tears and some laughter. And sometimes with a Dutch donut. Or a cuddle from my dogs. ‘Cause sometimes they were really the only ones without judgement. Or perhaps the only ones with whom I did not feel guilty.
I am here
And that is the point: I survived it. And so did the people around me (I guess). I am here — as a different version of myself, physically and mentally. Or perhaps closer to who I always was.
I am here again.
I am still here.
But I am here.
To whoever is reading this
I hope this time can be one of inner reflection, physical recovery, of sleeping — before you experience the spring bloom in yourself. With all the cosiness and beautiful things that come with it.
But if you feel the tears are closer than the laughter. If you feel lonely — even in a room full of people — hold on. Trust your spirit. And send a message.
Because you are not alone. You can do this too.
I now know that life joy and the will to live can be stronger than moments of loneliness. And we are here for you.

Do you relate to this experience?
If my story resonated with you, you may recognise something of your own in it. Or maybe you feel the need to have your story heard. Please know that there is always room for a conversation. I am a message away.
Since my diagnosis, I have focused on studying and practising ways of supporting people through grief and profound life transitions. I am driven by a deep wish to ease suffering and to be present for those going through times of significant adversity.
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