Ode to 2017: The Year My Broken Places Built Me
Dear Diary, Five years ago (2017) was a rather traumatic year for me. That year I felt stress like no other, that year I thought I would have died, that year grief took hold of me, that year the people who I thought would have been ride or die left, that year brought me to my knees. 2017 should have been the year when all should have gone right but instead went wrong. I started working out because that Christmas weight was not going to work off itself. I began to work on myself. To what extent though? I was trying my best to fix what was there on the outside, the parts that could show. You know, the parts everyone could see while the inside was broken, as broken as could be - shattered into pieces, lonely, unloved, scared, terrified - craving something...something from above? 2017 should have been the rebirth of me, my career, my marriage, and my other relationships. 2017 should have been a year of success. 2017 should have been…but…it wasn’t what I had expected. 2017 wasn’t what...
