I hope everyone is doing well as we head into the new year. I for one am brimming with a miscible mix of existential dread and nihilistic optimism. Needless to say, 2021 has been a real toughie, but I remain steadfast in the face of adversity and I hope you share the same sentiments.
Now, I’d be remiss if I didn’t admit to my uncertainty about the new year. It seems like things are getting worse around the world, but I’d like to think it’s just the same old shit. We take the good with the bad I suppose. I try not to focus on the negative. The negativity has coloured my mind for far too long.
The last few years have been particularly difficult for me. I struggled with depression and anxiety after the loss of my brother in 2013. I lost a lot of friends and became estranged from family. I’ve tried desperately to turn things around to no avail. But I feel like I’m in a good place now. 2022 will be different. 2022 is my year. It’s your year. It’s our year. I intend to make the best of it this time around.
I’ve started this new writing venture and I feel optimistic about the doors it will open for me. As long as I continue writing and improving, sky’s the limit. I believe that. I have to believe that.
Here’s to a new year and a new beginning.