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2015 Year in Review
Dec. 27th, 2015 05:35 pmThere's chili (nightshade-free) cooking on the stove and a cat watching the bubbles in my fizzy water intently. I'm wearing a toasty warm scarf and a dress and an apron and sitting at our dining room table.
I've been feeling contemplative these past few days, finally allowing myself to look back at this past year. I've been hesitant this time around because every time I've thought back, all I could think about were the bad bits. The depression, the failures at TTC, the anxiety, the PCOS diagnosis, the deaths. This year could easily have been one of my darkest in decades.
But there was some happiness in there, too, some joy and light. Now that I've allowed myself to actually look back, past all those icky inky dark times, I can see that I managed a lot. I survived a lot. I don't yet know if I'm stronger for it, but I don't think I'm broken, either.
On that happy, uplifting note:
( Let's meme this. )
I've been feeling contemplative these past few days, finally allowing myself to look back at this past year. I've been hesitant this time around because every time I've thought back, all I could think about were the bad bits. The depression, the failures at TTC, the anxiety, the PCOS diagnosis, the deaths. This year could easily have been one of my darkest in decades.
But there was some happiness in there, too, some joy and light. Now that I've allowed myself to actually look back, past all those icky inky dark times, I can see that I managed a lot. I survived a lot. I don't yet know if I'm stronger for it, but I don't think I'm broken, either.
On that happy, uplifting note:
( Let's meme this. )
