Five years ago I met my now husband. 5 weeks before our first Christmas together, we had just welcomed our first child together, into the world. That was the first time I had ever felt depression at Christmas time and naturally I just thought I was suffering from PPD and fatigue; however, the depression would come back each Christmas there after. Fast forward three years later, my husband's job had taken us to Upstate New York. I was so nervous, I knew about the stereotypical New York, but Upstate was nothing like that. It was perfect and that Christmas was perfect! Every inch of the house was decorated and just like a movie, snowfall on Christmas morning!
We ended up spending one more Christmas in New York and then my husband's job moved us again. Now we are just outside of Baltimore, in the loop. I tried to be supportive of my husband, I knew he wanted this promotion and so I kept my reservations to myself and agreed to the move. I hate this place, I tried hard to find some positive but couldn't. This place is ugly, shopping center's everywhere, traffic everywhere, rude people everywhere. I pulled my oldest out of the school system here because the children as well as the teachers are unbelievable. I don't feel safe here, a few months ago I was sitting on my back porch and heard gunshots; now where I originally come from there was nothing unusual about that, we had hunters and woods. The police helicopter circles our area at least twice a month and all day I sit here listening to sirens... I just want out.
I truly hope everyone else has a Joyous and Merry Christmas!
