One year ago, at this very moment, I was curled up in a ball on a flat, thin, uncomfortable hospital mattress, sobbing as quietly as I could while I tried to accept my surroundings. It was the lowest point of the lowest year of my life, a year I've pretended I can't remember anything about, when in reality there's so much I can't forget.
The past 366 days have been among the best of my life. I won't pretend I haven't had bad days the past year. Of course I have. So have you. For the first time in my life, though, I'm handling the bad days. I'm not dwelling on those things I can't control. I'm not letting one minor incident ruin my mood for hours, or days, or weeks, as I've done in the past.
For the first time in so long, I can honestly say I'm happy. I'm working on myself every minute of every day, trying to be the best version of me there is. Because, let's face it, the old version really wasn't a whole lot of fun to be around. Thank you to those who put up with that shit. I owe you so much.
So, where do I go from here?
Well, for one thing, I'm going to go on an extended hiatus from this blog. I know I've been inconsistent updating it anyway, but I'm formally departing for the time being. Perhaps permanently, at least from this specific blog, we'll see.
Second, the choir I joined has been so much fun, and just what I needed - something to look forward to every week. I'll definitely be continuing that.
Other than that, I really don't know what I'll be doing. I've started painting again, kind of. Maybe I'll get more serious with that. I've also been learning Irish and brushing up on Spanish, and have been having a really good time doing that, as well.
Time to go, my dears.
Hopefully the next year is better than this one has been. That's a lot to ask for, but it would be amazing.
Emily out.