A year ago today I walked in to my office and almost immediately was told to go home. From there I went straight to my GP and whilst waiting to get blood tests I passed out and my mum had to be summoned from work. I was then sent to A&E and I didn't leave the hospital until Christmas Eve. I was readmitted a week later on New Years Day (by ambulance) and then twice more over the early months of 2016. I have had dozens of tests, scans and examinations, been probed in places a person should never be probed and spent most of the year in pain and highly medicated. This wasn't the start of my health problems and it won't be the end but that day, that moment, it was my breaking point.
It's been a long, exhausting, traumatic year; for everyone. 2016 sucked.
2016 feels like the year where the world has aged. It's lost it's shine. It's all gone to shit. Everyone is dying, politics in all corners of the globe is in tatters, Nazis have rebranded. THEY LET NAZIS REBRAND. What the actual fuck happened?!
There are going to be a lot of "holy crap" round ups of 2016 over the next few weeks. Some will yearn for a brighter future, some will despair at how bleak it looks like it's actually going to be; others will probably start taking bets of celebrities whose days are numbered.
My point is that my personal breaking point was December 21st 2015, it's been a long slow road since then but it's getting better and I've managed to carve out some really wonderful moments with some really wonderful people throughout the year. Maybe, just maybe, 2016 is the worlds breaking point and we can begin the healing and hope for a few brighter days ahead.
2017 is probably going to be a shitstorm but at least we're prepared.
That's half the battle.
|taken during my second stay in majors|
When you look at it like this... it's not been a bad year has it?