2018.

In 2017 I loved and I lost.

Over the past few months I’ve had to face a darkness that has followed me for years. Every day is survival mode. That’s the reality of life for everyone, that’s how people become resilient.

I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that I am me: I’m a passionate beast. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I hold grudges. I don’t like unanswered questions and I have a bad temper. I don’t take criticism very easily. (I’m working on that.) I’m jealous and above all I love fiercely.

This has been one of the greatest years of my life --

I was blessed to give love and to receive it.

My brother came home, and my mom was able to travel.

I had the privilege of interning in the summer and the fall.

There was time to grow.

There was time to slow down and enjoy life.

I only went to urgent care once this semester. (this is a record)

I will leave you with the wise words of a few poets that have gotten me through a lot.

And Miley Cyrus: It’s the climb.

Have a joyful 2018!


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