As the year comes to a close, I’d like to join the rest of the world in posting about how 2019 ended (and will probably make another post about my hopes and goals for 2020).
This year has had many demonstrations of love and support in my life–friends helping me pack everything and move, people visiting me from home, care packages, buying me food… while I have been so grateful for all of these things they have largely been in response to the worst parts of this year as well–having to move unexpectedly when I didn’t want to, my brother deploying, mental health difficulties, and having to deal with issues at school/practicum sites.
Due to the events of this year, I’m not really even sure what to write about it. A lot of times when I write I like to say what I need to hear, what I wish someone would tell me. So I try to make it encouraging, as it’s frequently the message I need to propel myself forward. But I’m not going to lie, 2019 has not been my year. I really took a beating during this revolution around the sun. Though it has demonstrated the strength of my support system even from afar, I am so incredibly ready for a fresh start.
I want 2020 to be the year that I am able to pull myself up off the ground from the beating that was 2019 and start again, stronger and more determined this time. I’m still processing how that will look. Truthfully there is still a lot of pain looking back at this time. It’s like poking a bruise trying to process this year. So, it’ll be a process. I’ll take my time. But for now, as I start to try to stand upright again, I will say this to one of my least favorite years: good riddance.