You were a weird month. You were equal parts paralyzingly difficult and overwhelmingly awesome. I turned a year older, I moved in with my boyfriend, I reached out for help, I started a new medicine, I took a break, I worked too hard. As T.Swift put it so eloquently, I was happy, free, confused, and
lonely scared at the same time. I realized how amazing my support system is and how powerful writing, especially a blog, can really be.
While most months seem to end just as soon as they’re getting started, I’m having no problem waving goodbye and leaving you behind.