We need to talk about Christmas.
While the mere thought of the festive season might fill some of you with holly-jolly joy, for others, things aren’t so merry around the Christmas period.
For every person who can’t wait to put up their Christmas tree, eat until they burst, and of course, rip into all of those exciting presents, there is another person who is quietly, secretly dreading the festive season.
Even if it's just a tiny little bit.
Don't get me wrong: I love Christmas. I love the family and the friends and the sun and the wine and everything else that comes with it.
But when I look around the table on Christmas Day, it's impossible not to be reminded of the people who should be there, but aren't.
I'm always reminded of the family members we've lost along the way, and whose presence we always miss that little bit more during this time of year.
Grief and loss has become an inevitable part of my family's Christmas Day; somewhere between eating pudding with custard, and stealing a piece of bread to munch on in place of dinner, there are inevitably tears and even tantrums.