Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.
I have a lot to be thankful for this year. My husband, my cats, my family, my job, my health. It’s been a long year but it seems as though things are finally working out. Last year at this time I was totally at loose ends, having just quit my well-paying full-time job to work part-time (admittedly full-time hours, but still technically part-time) and regroup, get my head back on straight, and find a new job.
At times it felt like I’d be stuck in limbo forever. That things would never work out in my favor. But my mental health was finally getting better. After being mentally and emotionally abused for years at my last job, having a job where I could completely check out when I left the building was what I needed. I needed to build myself back up.
But now I’m built back up (mostly – there are always hiccups when you’re dealing with bipolar and anxiety. I’m fully convinced it’ll never be 100% perfect), I’ve started a new career, and overall, I’m happy.
At this point last year I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to say that again.
So thank you to you, dear readers, for being on this journey with me. It’s not over, not by a long shot, but being able to put thoughts onto paper has been a big help in many ways.