As I sit here at the end of an old year, I take the time to reflect on what a year it’s been. It hasn’t been an easy one by any means and I count this one as being one that I survived. January to March was relatively calm as we entered the new year, but from March on, it was one crisis to another.
My mini me began experiencing her own mental health struggles in March which unfortunately also involved dealing with the legal system. We all struggled to get through the best we could but it was hard. And just when I believed that things had settled down, in late May I entered rehab. To tackle my own demons. It was one of the best decisions that I could have made for my mental health, but it took its toll on my loved ones. Another crisis reared its ugly head in early August and I’m still working on recovering from that.
Sometimes, I get to feeling sorry for myself and wonder how the hell can I take any more? How can I keep going on? But somehow, you just keep going. Putting one foot in front of the other, walking towards somewhere better. I’ve been working closely with my team of supporters and so far been managing to get through the storms so far.
I always view this time of the year as a time to pack up the old and welcome the new. I’m feeling hopeful that my new medication will bring relief. That my therapy will continue to bring insight and reflection that will help me grow and heal. Hopeful that this upcoming year will finally be my year.
Out with the old and in with the new.