A Better Christmas?

I promised myself this Christmas would be better. But it seems impossible, to make it a reality.

My writing group is on hold, my world cast in shadows without it. Wind band has finished for the term, my haven of serenity closed.

The world is too loud, too many extra sounds. I'm already overwhelmed, worrying I will be forced to eat the whole fridge again. I'm anticipating a visit from depression, who always calls on Christmas Eve. And insomnia has started returning, keeping me awake with a thousand lists.

I want to make this year better. But its so hard.