And just like that, 2017 was packing its bags, and making space for the new year.
I know we say this every year, but can you believe this one is almost over? At times 2017 has ground me down and knocked me out. Whilst, retrospectively, I feel this year has been the best mental-health wise for me in a long time, when illness has reared its head, the lows haven't been any easier.
When I look back at photos from all my escapades this year, I did things I never thought I would, nor believed I could. I travelled to new places, made new friends, and created stronger bonds with old ones. I even progressed at work when I was struggling, which feels like quite an achievement.
I've sifted through my things and thrown a lot of stuff away. From clutter to personal baggage. I'm learning that it is okay to fail. That taking a step back to put my mental health first is the right thing to do. That it is important to feel the fear, but to throw myself head first into what scares me anyway. And that I deserve to love myself in my own skin - because if you don't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?
I've also found that watching a lot of RuPaul's Drag Race is good for the soul. (Can I get an Amen up in here?!)
I'm determined to continue bettering, looking after, and finding myself in the new year. I want to know where I fit in this big ol' world, even if it does feel like it is falling apart at times... No matter what happens, I'm going to keep spreading a bit of sunshine, sending well wishes to the ones who raise me up, and doing what I love.
See you in 2018...