I currently have the best friends anyone could ever ask for, I have a job I love (and one I had, but that's besides the point), I get to spend my free time writing blogs for here. I have never been so content, and even almost happy, with my life. Of course, there are things that are not how I want them to be, but overall, I really cannot complain too much.
My friends are people that I feel like I can rely on and can trust with my problems
I started my 21st year working on my birthday only for none of my friends to show up and drink with me afterwards, I was fighting with my mom, and I was still hung up on a boy who was toxic and underwhelming.
I hated my job and my favorite time of the day was when I was in the middle of class, which is just pathetic, to be perfectly honest. I was still getting over the fact that I had to move back home out of an apartment that I simultaneously loved and hated. I didn't have any friends that I felt like I could rely on in a time of crisis, and overall I just felt alone.
The year continued to only get better with my London trip and with time allowing me to realize that I can control how happy I am and how much joy I get out of my life. I have overcome my depression and the overall funk I have been in most of my life. It was a struggle because I did not know how to really be happy or who I am as a person without that depression hanging over my shoulders. I'm slowly figuring it out, of course, but it really has been a complete struggle and is getting easier every day.
I've "started" my own business in the past couple months, and been building my brand on Instagram and through this blog. I think that 22 might actually be my year and hopefully will be the year that I can start creating the life that I have always dreamed of living.
Cheers to 22, may it be the best year yet.