Reflections on 2018
2018 has been a tough year. Tougher than most.
This year my Grandad’s dementia took a turn for the very worst and he hardly recognises me anymore. But he is safe in a care home and being well looked after.
Sadly in 2018 we also lost my Uncle after a short bout of cancer. It was a very sudden, but the people, that could, got the closure they needed from him and he is no longer suffering.
To say 2018 took a toll on my mental health would be an understatement.
I have no problem with admitting that I went to the doctors for help and since May have been receiving various forms of therapy to help me cope.
Therapy has been a fascinating experience and one I would recommend to anyone struggling, or interested in learning about their own psyche.
There’s also no need to hide the fact that you’re talking to someone either. It’s like any course of antibiotics or physiotherapy, it’s helping you get well again.
There were, of course, good things that happened too:
- My darling cousin was born, premature but healthy. She is growing stronger every day and is a little joy to be around. I can’t wait to watch her grow up.
- This year I’ve added a new branch of my career as a freelance writer, and have written for Huffington Post, Metro, Vogue, RED and The F Word this year.
- In October I got a promotion at work and am now Campaigns Officer at Canelo Digital Publishing
Everything pre-June is a bit of a blur if I’m honest.
I know I went on holiday with some family friends and had a lovely time but it was just after my uncle passed and that was a difficult time.
I know that it snowed in London and I moved into my own flat during the year, but due to my mental health, everything seemed quite dark and dismal although at the time I thought I felt like normal.
I’ve been on a few dates in 2018 and whilst some were lovely, and others were not, I never took the next step and went on a second date with any of them.
2018 has a lot to answer for and I’m hoping, with bated breath and fingers crossed, that 2019 is better. Or simply less eventful. A year of peace would be wonderful.
But who really gets/wants a peaceful year?
If I had to give 2018 a rating out of 10, right now it would be a 3.5. And that’s only because post-June, after a wonderful birthday party and a summer heatwave filled with friends, family and new horizons, things started to improve.
Nevertheless, whilst 2018 was a tough year I got through it, and so did my family, and I want to celebrate that.
Here’s a few pictures of the joyful times I experienced this year, no matter how difficult things were in the background. And I couldn’t have done it without wonderful family, friends and the kindness of strangers.
Onward and upwards. Here’s to 2019.
Happy New Year!