Yes, I really did just title this post after a Taylor Swift song. Get over it people.
Here’s to hoping that 22 will be better than 21. Not that 21 was necessarily a bad year, but there were some things that I would prefer not to repeat.
I’ve started trying to write in my journal on a daily basis now. It won’t necessarily be easy, but I’m making an effort to at least write something before I go to bed. The days I’m at school should be easier since I have the gaps between classes when I can sit down and write. Doing this also means that I’m making an effort to keep writing and do something even when I’m feeling really low – which is a good thing for me.
Writing has kind of been a self-therapy for me because I don’t feel comfortable with therapists. I had some bad experiences with one and it kind of caused an aversion for me. It’s not a good thing that I avoid them, but it’s what I do unfortunately. I don’t know when I’ll feel like I’m ready to go back to one, but for now I think I’m doing ok with my blogging and journaling, and talking with friends.
I know it doesn’t really feel like it to me all the time, but I am a Stigma Fighter with Sarah. The fact that I blog about it here and am planning to go on the university tour with her and Jess makes it true. I just have to remind myself that I am helping to break down the terrible stigma that surrounds mental illness. I am so glad to be part of this team and to be able to call these ladies my friends.