I never thought about how sad it would be to spend Christmas alone. No preparing, cooking or shopping. No laughter, warm hugs or endless banter. My friends and family left a long time ago. They believe i am certifiably crazy or in the early stages of dementia. 🥴.....
After awhile they almost had me believing I was slowly becoming unhinged 🙄 Well, I kept telling myself "So what if they don't come around for Christmas", secretly thinking, surely the wouldn't let me spend Christmas alone. Maybe I should prepare something. 🥧🍪🥧🍪🥧🍪...
I became energized with anticipation, the baking was underway. 2 apple pies, 1 pumpkin pie and of course dozens of festively decorated Christmas cookies🌲⛄
Christmas Eve was here. I was excited as I proudly looked at the creations I prepared for them. 😊....
As midnight came and went I was disappointed, maybe they will show up for Christmas day, still holding on to some hope.
I then turned to my twitter fam, to no avail, I was un-noticed. All the big accounts were here and it seemed like I was lost among them. 😔
Depression started keeping in, then, came the doubt. Little did I know that wasn't the bad part.
I began to feel like I didn't matter to anyone, what's the use? I went down the rabbit hole, hit rock bottom and had one hell of a pity party.I did something I hadn't done in years
I ATE PIE, a lot of pie. You must know I only eat fruit and uncooked vegetables to know the relevance of eating pie. It didn't take long and things got worse. That pie came back up for what seemed like hours. I awoke on the bathroom floor Christmas morning, not liking myself.
Still holding some hope for Christmas Day.😊 Well, three O'clock came and my hope had vanished. Rabbit hole and pie again? No.. not this time. I thought about what I could do that would lift my spirits. Twitter again, no luck. Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. 🧱
Florida is going down in the 30s tonight. I gathered all my coats, sweaters and sweatpants. I grabbed my pies and all the cookies. I went in town where the homeless live. There it was, all the Christmas spirit I could ever want. I can't describe how much it meant to them. 🥰😍
It was like I was giving them gold. My Christmas was complete. Amazing how much it can humble a person. ❤️❤️
Please, I would like to ask a favor. I can't help but think if just one popular person with a large following had been following me and retweeted a post or 2 when I needed this family, I may not have eaten that pie. Problem is, when you have a large following you don't see...
The small accounts that you don't follow, we don't even get a chance to talk to them. I've tried many times. Things won't get any easier as the holiday season continues. How will anyone see this? I'm tagging the most popular one I see all the time. @VincentCrypt46 but..
How will He see it? Maybe a little help please. That's the one I see most but I would welcome any other one. All I need is 1
Thank you and God Bless🕊️🇺🇲
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