The Lost Year
I couldn’t remember what we did last year for the holidays. I’d completely forgotten how miserable we were and how little money we had. We didn’t even celebrate Xmas or the Solstice. We sort of acknowledged NYE. And I didn’t bother with my birthday at all. We also had that arsonist running around, burning carports, including the one across the street from us.
It was hands down the darkest holiday season of my life.
This year is so different by comparison. I was incredibly lucky to have met certain people who have allowed me to transform my life into a far better place.