In a life wise sense? So am I even if I'm the luckiest person alive.
Nothing to do with the historical context of the holiday. I don't mind the holiday itself.
I cannot practice gratitude.
Not without feeling like I'm invalidating myself, not without feeling like a farce and a raging urge to throw everything I received as a gift or a freebie, not without provoking this itch to leave everything behind and more so throw anything that my parents ever brought onto their faces.
I blame my then ignorant mom for her incesstant rants about how her childhood is crappier than mine that I should be 'grateful' and not be a spoiled brat.
Even if she changed now, the damage is still done and still there.
That in my mind, anyone have it worse than me in any way and likely can do it better and my circumstances do not matter. ![Rolling Eyes :roll:](./images/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif)