It has been rough. Gosh. What a rollercoaster.
I thought this year was going to be a great one! I was going to graduate in December, have a relaxing summer to write my book, go hiking with friends, do a road trip, hang out with my family one last year before moving to the east coast. There were any number of plans and hopes and dreams I had for this year.
I mean, let’s look at this for a second: did I do something to wrong you early on? Did I too look forward to you that I jinxed this year?
The year began with my beloved grandfather being diagnosed with late-stage cancer, leaving only a couple, short months to spend with him before he was taken to Jesus. That was the longest two months of my life. Then, I lost a close friend to breast cancer, another to a car accident. There were numerous deaths in the celebrity world, as well. Those weren’t crushing, but saddening, in a way.
All sorts of other things went wrong, as well. What with my classes getting all confused and the college being an idiot at the beginning of the fall semester as well as my housemate taking her frustrations out on me. I was backstabbed by someone I thought was a close friend, wounded deeply and retreating farther back into myself. Was in a situation with a guy that turned around and hurt me pretty badly.
I watched my grandmothers decline mentally, saw the family deteriorate, said goodbye to landmarks I had grown up seeing, watched as a wave change swept the country.
Don’t get me wrong, good things happened, too! I was actually treated for my anxiety (which, we discovered, was significantly worse than we thought). I found some good friends, got into a healthy relationship. My social media blossomed and I started doing more of the things that I love.
It was not all bad, but it was not sunshine and roses either.
If there is anything to take away from 2016, it is that I can’t do everything myself. I need others and others may need me, but I am stronger than I thought. I don’t have to be friends with everyone, but my nice nature is more of a lifesaver than I was ever aware of. Sometimes impatience is the best friend I can have.
Thanks, 2016! Don’t come back.