Dear 2018, You were not my favorite year, by far. You brought me hurt, stress, and anxiety that I had never known before going through the time you gave me. You caused me to go through a house fire, two intensely sprained ankles, family health issues, broken family dynamics, the beginning of toxic relationships, and the end of healthy ones. During your year I cried from pain more than I ever have, and when everyone cheered last night because of the start of 2019 I cheered too, because I am done with the trials you've given me. That being said, thank you 2018, for if I had not known your pain I would not experience joy in the same way. I would not be as strong as I am if it weren't for the trials you threw at me this year. This year, you taught me that painful goodbyes mean you've loved someone well, and sometimes a goodbye is all you need to change your life. You taught me to guard my heart, to love fiercely and widely, and to worry about my character before anyone else...
The ramblings of a woman pursuing joy amongst the chaos the world tries to throw at her.