The past few months have overall been a struggle. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that stuck in my life. Between societal drama and personal situations, I definitely derailed. But life is finally starting to chug back along, and I’m seeing the light at the end of this tunnel.

Had some big unexpected life changes, saw my therapist many times, and had to ask mom for money for the first time in quite some time. This was all while still adjusting to those bipolar meds (they’re going really well, but I think they make it a little harder for me to write). Oh, and we’re still in that pandemic situation. Not to mention the social uprising. The extra anxiety of being a woman of color in a mostly white ski town was fun, especially for someone who, surprisingly, rarely dealt with much anxiety before the end of April. 

As I reflect back on the past few months, I’m proud of myself and what I’ve managed to battle through. As we roll into my birthday month, the amount of personal growth I’ve done in the past year is amazing. I’m not sure where I’d be right now if this recent rough patch would’ve happened prior to 2020. I’d probably still be drowning a bit…

I’m looking forward to 33. Lots of new things already happening, and a few ideas/stories in my head for future posts (including some actual details about the past few months). Let me know what topics you’d like me to write about. Be well.