This shall be kept short and sweet as I haven’t much to say other than happy new year, and I hope y’all had a fabulous Christmas (if you celebrate that is).
2019 was a rollercoaster of a year, as many years are for people with chronic illness and mental health difficulties. However, overall I have taken a lot away from the past year, and appreciate the pain and the triumphs I endured; as my experiences have made me all I am to this day, at this point in time.
The latter part of 2019 was both a dream and a nightmare. If I was to sum it up I would quote Amy Winehouse and ask “what kind of fuckery is this?”
A dissonant reflection of the realities of chronic illness and how it feels to live in a bubble for a few months. I’m not going to go into detail about my personal life but it hasn’t been ‘all that’, and maybe in the near future, I can say why – but it’s complicated and I cannot stress how I wish to maintain a balance of expression and respect to those in my life. This isn’t a personal diary, but a public platform.
However, 2020 will be another year of adventure, change, challenges, and probable pain. But this is okay, it’s something I have accepted into my life and made as many accommodations for that I can within reason.
Although whatever happens, I’ll continue to Bloom.
My love as always,