2015 has sucked. Just in case you were wondering or had any doubt. It has been a year marked by numerous losses and serious illnesses among my family and friends. Just yesterday, a friend’s father entered into hospice care and some former colleagues lost their baby during delivery, and today, my dear friend underwent her umpteenth round of treatment in the fight for her life against cancer. On a lesser, yet still significant, note, my personal and professional lives have been touched by various kinds of losses, as well, and I barely recognize my life any more.
I have tried to keep everything in a positive perspective and have faith in myself, others, and the universe around us, and I have tried to keep the emotional wolves at bay. I tried. I really tried. And I failed.
Thanks to a plethora of self-help books and motivational quotes, I know that this too shall pass, that tomorrow is another day, that positive thoughts bring positive changes, the best is yet to come, and every other inspirational quote ever written. I know all of that and more, but at this moment, all I know is that I am hurt and scared, for people I love and for myself. Maybe, tomorrow will be better, but not tonight. I cannot help anyone else, much less myself, tonight, and while the sun has yet to set, all I see is a familiar darkness.
That’s another story . . .
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