Hope begins in the midst of despair.
Society sends us the message that we are supposed to be joyful, and that the holidays are a time for celebration and connecting with people we love. But all we know is that we feel worse than ever.
It’s silly to think that we can just make depression go away. It’s not a pimple on your forehead that will disappear with a poke of the fingers. It’s rooted deep in our bones and causes more damage than a measly pimple.
But the thing about this new normal is that the void never goes away. The new normal never really becomes *normal* normal to you because you know what the real normal is supposed to look like. You experienced the authentic version.
One year ago today, I wasn’t the same person. I was an empty shell that barely even went through the motions. I wasn’t living. I was just there. One year ago today, I made a choice. I made a choice to live for the days I had missed and all the days that were to come. 365 days. 52 weeks. 12 months. 1 year. 1 year ago.