Authors Jean Hannah Edelstein, Kate Davies and Amelia Abraham share their tips on how to get through the Christmas festivities when you’re feeling broken-hearted.
But it’s Christmas. There is tinsel everywhere, festive music playing every time you turn the radio on, and your friends, colleagues and family expect you to be as cheery as Mariah Carey rolling about in the snow.
It’s fair to say that Christmas and a broken heart might not go hand in hand, but here, three writers share their advice for how to get through the season of unending cheer.
Jean Hannah Edelstein: “You can kind of cancel Christmas for yourself”
It was mid-December some years ago when a man I’d invested too much hope in dropped me like Santa thunking coal into the stocking of a bad child. Christmas, as far as I was concerned, should have been cancelled. But of course the most wonderful time of the year had no regard for my feelings. Heartbreak is bad on any occasion, but heartbreak in the season of good cheer can feel extra brutal, when everyone else’s apparent good times feel like stark contrast to your own bad feelings.
You can’t cancel Christmas for everyone. But you can, I realised, kind of cancel Christmas for yourself. I decided to take an opt-in approach that year: to participate in the things that I liked (eating bread sauce, volunteering at a homeless shelter), to give myself the permission to skip the things I didn’t (the office Christmas party, dinner with distant relatives).
Did I feel guilty? A little. But my family found it forgivable: the truth is that the people who love you most can handle a festive season in which you’re not wholehearted. Don’t worry too much about them. The best gift you can give yourself when your heart is aching at Christmas is space to feel your feelings, no matter how un-Christmassy they are. The second best gift is the sigh of relief you’ll breathe on Boxing Day when you realise you’ve made it through.
This Really Isn’t About You by Jean Hannah Edelstein out in paperback now (Picador, £12.99)
Kate Davies: “The festive season is a good time to feel terrible”
There is no good time to be heartbroken, but being heartbroken at Christmas is particularly horrible, because all around you people are getting engaged, walking hand-in-hand through Christmas markets and generally pretending to be in a Nancy Myers’ film. If you can ignore all that, though, the festive season is actually a good time to feel terrible. You get time off work without using up your annual leave and it’s completely acceptable to wear pyjamas all day and eat chocolate for breakfast.
Accept that you’ll have a miserable Christmas, and treat yourself the way you would if you had a cold. Take long baths. Eat everything. If you’re at home with your family, get them to do your laundry for you and pretend to be a teenager again. Don’t drink too much, though – it’s tempting to dive head-first into a vat of wine, but it’s never nice to end up weeping on your uncle’s shoulder, wailing: “AM I UNLOVABLE? AM I?” (Though if you can follow that particular piece of advice, you’re stronger than I am.) Stay on the sofa all day watching Christmas movies and reading comforting books but avoid romantic comedies. I recommend Home Alone one and two and It’s a Wonderful Life. Book-wise, you can’t go wrong with A Redbird Christmas by Fannie Flagg.
Stay well away from social media. You do not need to see selfies of people snogging under mistletoe when you’re feeling delicate. Turn your phone off and do something absorbing that distracts you from your thoughts, like baking mince pies or making paper chains. (All activities suitable for five-year-olds are also extremely good for heartbreak, like playing with Playdoh and reading Bramley Hedge books.)
Make plans for the new year, but don’t make resolutions that will make you feel like a failure if you don’t keep them. Give yourself things to look forward to, instead – a haircut, or a weekend away with the friends your ex didn’t like. Book a Eurostar ticket in the sale! Why not? You can be spontaneous now. You don’t have to answer to anyone. Next year is a completely new year, fresh and unspoiled, like a new set of John Lewis bed sheets (something else you could buy in the sale). At least Christmas means that this year is nearly over, and I think we can all agree that’s something to celebrate.
In At the Deep End by Kate Davies is out now (HarperCollins, £8.99)
Amelia Abraham: “Decide who you do and don’t want to meet under the mistletoe”
The best advice anyone ever gave me after a breakup was to make a ‘bang list’. Go to a pub with your best friend, order a large glass of wine, and divide a piece of A4 paper into three columns.
“Prestige pulls” is the column for minor celebrities you fancy, people that you’ve long lusted after but thought were totally out of your league.
“Could happen” is for all the people you’ve had a flirtatious vibe with during your now defunct relationship, and “Back Bench” is people you’ve slept with before and could potentially revisit in the dead space between Christmas and New Year.
In fact, think of this as like a list of New Year’s Resolutions, only for potential shags.
You don’t actually have to accomplish anything on the Bang List, it’s just an exercise in channelling your misery into optimism. But I’ve found that deciding who you do and don’t want to meet under the mistletoe early on can prevent some terrible mistakes…
Queer Intentions by Amelia Abraham is out now (Picador, £14.99).
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