Maybe this isn't the same situation, but I have been very touchy, and always am around the holidays. It seems like a time when we should be receiving displays of love, and usually it is a glaring reminder to me that no one really gives a crap about me.

I had a similar thing years ago. My therapist went on a two week vacation and it was rough for me, really rough. I asked before hand if he could send me one picture of where he was at. For the whole 2 weeks I tried not to contact him, and succeeded despite being suicidally depressed. I didn't want to "ruin" his vacation by contacting him during it, but no photo. It was so embarrassing for me to even have to ask for such a thing, and he couldn't even text one pic of a flower or something. Finally the day he got back or so I thought, he texted me a pic of the beach. Just like my life. I'd already been to Hell and back.