I know I'm not alone in this, but I find this bloody Holiday as a pressure fest to get togeather with family you can't stand and/or would kill you if they knew who you have become since you wiggled out from under their thumb. I hate Xmas, it's a depressing lonely ringworm gnawing on my insides. However, I did get a kind of warm feeling when I bought some coffie and a donut for some random homeless guy. It shouldn't be an event to do good things.. I know.. but at least this horrific depression had some good side effect.
To go beyond your limits you must first find them.