Looking back at where I was one year ago makes me reflective and thoughtful, so please bear with me through this overly-dramatic monologue that feels like it is from a mushy Oscar-winner’s acceptance speech. However, I can’t help but feel as if overcoming this year resembles something like winning.
Here it goes:
I Have
Over the year, I have…
Cried (a lot).
I have appreciated,
I have explored.
Seen places I had previously only dreamed of,
I have lost and have gained; as if what I have has been measured on a broken scale that can’t settle the needle at a single tick mark.
I have been confused, I have learned, and I have formed more questions.
I have felt as small as a flea and as big as the ocean.
I have carried and let go; buried myself and thrown myself.
I have screamed, and I have hugged myself.
I have cared, forgiven, and forgotten.
I have sweated.
I have tasted, and I have vomited.
I have breathed, and I have suffocated.
I have treated myself, searched, found, and gotten lost.
I have opened myself, hurt myself, protected myself, and trapped myself.
I have hoped, wished, sworn, trusted, built, formed, changed, fallen, and climbed
Again and again and again.
I have…
Done so much.
And I have…
So much to do.
As much as I like to use humor as a coping mechanism (I literally drew inspiration from Gweneth Paltrow’s “I laughed, I cried” meme), mental health is important to me. And I know I am not alone in having uphill battles against my thoughts on a regular basis. Thank you to everyone who has impacted me in the past year. Sending good vibes to everyone else’s journeys.