Another year around the sun. I know when you see that, people will say all of the good things that have happened in the past year of their lives. And believe me, I have so much good in the past year. But this year, I feel was one of the best years of my life. Why?
This past year brought pain, tears and oh so much heartache. More than some days I ever thought I’d be able to get through. From switching careers, to losing relationships I never thought I would. I don’t know if I can say I’m fully healed, because are we ever? I think I’m on a steppingstone, a stone further than I was last year. Or maybe multiple stones further than I were last year, heck even at the beginning of this year.
This birthday, I told everyone I didn’t want to celebrate. I didn’t want the hoopla that comes with birthday celebrating. And boy, was it a change. A huge change. It was a day, a normal day, a day filled with love from the kids and Matthew, chaos every second, and not a minute was wasted on less than love. Love that I’ve built around me. A love I didn’t think I ever deserved. A love I couldn’t even dream of. I had minimal phone calls, minimal texts and no social media to truly bog my mind down. For the first time, I was truly at peace. A peace that over the past year, I yearned for.
Over the past year, I cried in therapy, in the shower, in bed, begging for the pain I felt to go away. From my therapist to my boyfriend, begging me to realize I’d come out of it. That I’d be okay, I just had to heal. So, every day, I tried. Every day, I keep trying. Don’t get me wrong, not every day has been a win. Let’s just say, you can cry on your birthday if you want. But between the bad days, are so many good days.
The relationships I lost this past year, have been a struggle. A struggle I have battled for a long time, that maybe I’ll always have to struggle with. But they kept me from fully being able to be the person I am today. So, for the first time, I woke up a day after my birthday, at peace. I was on my usual drama and awakened to my children’s usual banter, but it was what I wanted. I wanted this life. I deserve this life. The people I have in it, they’re all that matter. Not the ones that comment or like on a picture. Not the ones that will gaslight you into thinking you are always in the wrong. Not the ones that have always had a say in your life, when they never even deserved to be a part of it.
Sitting here, while my kids are on video games, playing outside and enjoying their Sunday before the school week; Matthew in bed waiting for me to finish writing so we can binge watch Supernatural, these are the weekends, these are the days, that I want to have and want to continue to cherish.
So, here’s to another year, around the sun. Here’s to thirty-one.