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Merry Christmas! For many, a bittersweet statement. I went to church yesterday for the first time in a long while. It was weird. Yes, a profound weirdness was there. I went to church because I’m staying with my parents for the night because I want to do so. I don’t feel like getting in a theological or philosophical discussion at the moment, so I’ll leave it at that.

However, as I was searching for some reading material last night, I stumbled across a long-lost journal of mine, whose last entry was exactly ten years ago on the date. December 24, 2003, the morning I was first admitted to the crisis stabilization unit. I started reading it and quickly figured out it was not light bed time material, nor good at fostering wholesome family perceptions. I put it in my bag to go home and I shall read it later. One decade ago, exactly, and it shows up! A sort of Christmas miracle, it feels like!

In any case, I hope you are having a good Christmas if you’re reading this, or are at least enjoying a little bit of somethin’ today. Better than a whole lot of nothin’ as they say…