As Katie mentioned in her last post, she’s currently isolating. We both contracted covid after an unfortunate family get together, that lead to all of us getting positive tests in the days after.
I basically have had every mild symptom of covid possible. I have had a cracking headache that saw me buried into the depths of my duvet closing my eyes tightly against the pain. I was confused and delirious trying to write my essay due in for the 10th. I was tired, obviously, everything tasted salty, and I was feverishly flitting from too hot to too cold as though I was earning points with each random temperature I acquired.
I remember when getting sick used to knock me sideways mentally. I would spiral into a depressive episode and my optimism lay sleeping beside me. I think over 2021, my growth of resilience has changed me for the better. I was not defeated by covid the way I thought it could do for me mentally. Instead, I looked after myself, loved on myself, cried and complained when I needed to, but most of all I promised myself: tomorrow will be better.
New Years Eve alone had the potential to be a bad one.
I think though, it was one of the best New Year’s ever. I sang loudly to all of my favourite songs, so much so that I lost my voice in the morning. I laughed a lot, reminisced with my plethora of songs, and sat on my windowsill watching all the fireworks with such a childish joy that I almost cried.
It was lovely and it was peaceful; mostly it was a gently surprising moment.
2022 arrived exactly as it was meant to and I rang it in the only way I know how; with love and laughter.
Wishing you the happiest, most fruitful 2022. I hope you achieve your goals, and I hope you feel more love than you realised possible.
See you soon, my friends. We made it! Enjoy it.