When you see this/ read this it will be Christmas or the day after or as I like to call it my birthday. Yes, I have the same birthday as the big guy. No, it is not fun and no, people don't gift you any better just cause you're born on Santa Claus’s big day and capitalism's finest scam. I'll be 22, or in your case when you see this, I'm 22. weird. My 21st year has been such a whirlwind. the highs were so high you'd swear I would never feel low again. And when those lows hit?? it was a knockout, a hit right in the solar plexus. horrible, horrible, pain. I feel like I should have a particular lesson or lessons that I can say I learnt but honestly, I can’t put my finger on it, I know I learnt some harsh truths and they have shaped who I am now but I can’t explain it yet. I think the strongest theme for my year was awareness. I stay realizing, I stay becoming aware of old habits, thought patterns, insecurities, fears, triggers, new loves, new habits, all of that.
Well, this was supposed to be all my hot takes bundled up into one... it's not. This is like a journal, like a support group, I share my life lessons, frustrations and someday I'll share my poetry in hopes that I'll help someone heal, or start the process. It's truly simple to grow when you know you're never alone.