I want to say I've always been an optimist. It's probably not true, because I was 23 once, freshly graduated from an expensive four-year college with a degree that I had no idea how to put to use, and oh, yeah, it was 2008. If I felt then like things were not great, that I was never gonna be able to make enough money to support myself, and that I had no clue where I was going with my life, it was probably all true.
However, by age 30, I considered myself the happiest, most positive person. I successfully navigated a move that took me more than 2,000 miles from the side of the country where I had lived for my entire life, and I immediately found friends, employment, and a lifestyle I could not have even imagined for myself.
For nearly a decade, around the month of November, when folks on social media begin to post memes about how glad they are that the year is ending, and how it was a tough one, I have rolled my eyes. "2010, you took too much from us all", and "2012 wasn't my year", or "2016 was the worst year yet" (ok, maybe that one is actually true, from a national perspective). Just be positive, I would think. Don't spend your time thinking about negative things you can't change! It only leads to feeling down! Focus on the good!
I don't think I'm that person this year.
This may make some of you rejoice. "Thank goodness," you'll think. "Her positivity and zest for life has really been wearing on those of us who would rather just wallow." (For the record, I don't think any of you are true wallowers, but I do think the social media fallacy of the perfect, happy life is alive and well - and I'm totally guilty).
But it's been a tough one. While 2019 has contained a multitude of amazing, beautiful, exciting and joyful moments, it has also contained some of the toughest things I have dealt with in my adult life. I can't say I will look back on 2019 with fondness. In this year, I have found myself more frustrated, confused, and unsure of my own mind and my own decisions than I have been in over a decade.
I started it off with some poor choices. I ignored my instincts to back away from a relationship that did not serve me, and let that person back into my life. This one choice lead to months of putting myself and my needs and feelings second, while a person who sometimes claimed to love me also put me second (at best). I allowed myself to stick with this relationship, even while I was increasingly riddled with anxiety, stress, and feelings of worthlessness on an almost daily basis. I felt that, since both of us had fought to be in this relationship, I needed to just keep making it work. I spewed supportive cliches at my friends about how we all need to ask for what we deserve, while I continually refused to do this for myself.
This all came at what I now realize was great emotional expense. In the last several months of 2019, I have been more scared, sad, self-doubting and stressed (say that five times fast) than ever before. I filed a police report for the first time in my life. I went to court, another first, and had to face someone I thought I had loved while a lawyer told a judge that I felt I was in danger. I had my first panic attacks. I have questioned not only my confidence, but also my ability to make smart, healthy, self-serving decisions.
No one deserves to feel this way, but I acknowledge that my emotions are a product of the decisions I kept making. And we don't always make the best ones for ourselves. It's probably another cliche that every choice we make leads us to where we are now, although it's actually true. I wish it wasn't. It would be nice to blame anyone but myself, but the truth is I was spouting a line of confidence and assurance while living a reality that was the opposite.
I suppose life is a series of ups and downs, but I've always wanted to only be up. There are several literary quotes out there about needing to have darkness to have light, but I have always pushed away any possibility of darkness and rushed towards the light - the happy, positive things in my daily life always outweigh the bad, or at least the amount of time and attention I spend on the good things vastly outweigh that for the negative.
While reflecting on this year, I can say that I believe this to still be true. When things fell apart, and I finally allowed my anxiety and stress around my situation to show, my friends rallied around me immediately. No one let me sleep at home alone when I was sad or scared. My friends skipped work to make sure I wasn't in court alone. Other friends continue to do daily check-ins about my self esteem, emotions, and self-care habits. For one bad relationship, I have dozens of wonderful ones.
I would like to end this with something like "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger", but that's another cliche I'm not sure I buy into. I think what doesn't kill you can make you feel weak, confused, and sad. But time, friendships, and putting yourself first can slowly start to change all that. So while this year wasn't perfect, or even particularly overwhelmingly good, I can't say it was a complete dumpster fire, either.
It has more than a month left, and if you know me, you know that the holiday season can only help. Cheers to the upcoming New Year, friends, and to being honest with yourself, making good choices, personal accountability, and growth.
