Well. What a decade this has been.
I moved country. Twice. With a lot of animals. I was married. I was separated. I am not yet divorced, but hey that’s coming this year. I got more animals. I moved city to pursue the career of my dreams. I gained a weird older brother in my flatmate. I met some truly amazing humans through my university course. I met one of my truest and best friends to date through fandoms. I met, and fell in love with, my amazing human bean.
I had a breakdown. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. I built myself back up. I was diagnosed with trigeminal neuralgia. I built myself back up. I got rid of more narcissists on the way.
All throughout I was supported by the most amazing, kind, generous, loving and supportive humans I could ever have been blessed with. My parents, for whom without which I could not have even begun my journey into my new career, let alone continued on it. My nearest and dearest friends who have shouted me road trips and meals and yarn, who have given me hugs and cuddles and lent me their ears to vent and rage and cry. My amazing human being who has stood beside me through ironing out my quirks, my panic attacks, my depression, my medication trials, my descent into physical disability, who has cooked me nutritious meals, has made spiced hot chocolates when things get tough (“I can’t fix it, but I can make hot chocolate!”), has enthused over anything I have shown interest in …
And then there are my amazing animals, three of which I will not get another decade with, who I cherish more than I can say and who have provided me with company, love, fur, poop, barf, and so many laughs.
This decade has, without a doubt, been the toughest I have lived through yet. The physical, emotional, and mental toll of fibromyalgia and trigeminal neuralgia can not be understated. It is brutal and it is every damn day. And yet I feel very fortunate. I have learned that the people I am surrounded by have more love than I could ever have imagined, and I feel truly honoured.
I am relieved this decade has, at last, passed. There are many things I look forward to leaving behind. While I do not ascribe to this ‘new year, new me’ (or ‘new decade, new me’) thing, I do find it is important to identify a ‘turning point’ so to speak, a point at which you can say ‘this situation did not go past that, and it is done’. For me, the shift from 2019 to 2020 is that, in terms of freeing myself from narcissists (both romantically, and platonically), and the start of my journey into chronic illness.
Now bring me that horizon.