I’m not big on New Years resolutions, especially because the majority of them revolve around diet culture, and that’s really triggering for me.
But, there is satisfaction to be found in saying, “I fucking survived 2020”
I didn’t know if I could make it, but I did. Even if I was dragging, crying and screaming… I didn’t do it alone— my friends and family didn’t let me give up. I didn’t let myself give up, and that’s worth celebrating.
Let’s keep fighting the stigma around mental health. We have so much work to do..