I will always love Halloween and the Fall season in October/Late September. They give me warm feelings from a time my family looked healthy and happy (behind the scenes this wasn't the case). My childhood wasn't pleasant, but I find comfort in this holiday more-so than any other. Everything felt together.
I think about being back in 5th grade, it's warm in the classroom, it's October, and I'm staring out the window looking at the dark blue/orange sky and the trees in the windows. Thinking about what I was gonna watch on TV that night (I personally stopped trick or treating when I was 10 because I believed I was too old for it, but I still loved the holiday).
My depression and mental illnesses have gotten worse over the years and have tired me out from being able to love my favourite things, and that includes Halloween. It's a lonely feeling... I try desperately to reclaim the innocence I felt I had. I feel like I am failing.
(On another note, I also love the Halloween movies, hehe.)