I used to dread the end of the year. As someone who struggles with anxiety and depression, I’d always have so much regret as I lamented over this imaginary deadline for ambitious goals I could never meet.
This time around, however, I’m sure I share the sentiments of many people when I say that I’m just ready for this — [insert whatever expletive you want to use] — year to be finally over.
Of course, no one gets a do-over, and nothing will magically improve once the clock strikes 12, but I take comfort in the opportunity to continue evolving in a new year.
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