2016,

You were the year of wobbly recovery filled with senseless decisions I made excuses for. You were a blessing and a curse for you provided me with people who made every struggle worthwhile, along with introducing me to the people who rooted the struggle. You were the year of exhaustion. Exhausted by the multiple chances given to people who not only didn't want them, but who had me fooled into thinking they did. Exhausted by my narrow mind that knew she was tired of being used, but had already gotten too comfortable being the door mat.

For half of you, I spent countless days believing I knew the outcome to the weak decisions I was making, however, "instead it was twelve months of twists and turns and asking no one in particular what the hell was going on." I read that somewhere and tossed it around in my head trying to figure out how to reword it, but I came up short. There is no better way to express the confusion that led my actions and thoughts in the year 2016. It was the light at the end of the dark tunnel I call 2015 where everything started to make sense because my heart was finally a little open to it. It was the year of growing a bit colder for the situations and people that made me too soft. It was the year where I broke my own heart with the words inside my head.

However, it was the year of finding balance between harping on the past and being excited for the future. It was the year of being grateful that I once carried a vulnerable heart and mind to teach me how to look for love that was shown correctly and to welcome it when it came. I learned that a correct love comes in different forms and goes far beyond a boy that I get to call mine. A correct love lies within friends and their good advice and their intentions to make your life that much better. A year filled with laughs that were no longer fake. 2016. The year of wobbly recovery where I nurtured my 2015 self back to health and convinced her that everything would be okay, because we both finally knew it would be.