On 2019.

January 1, 2020

2019 has been the hardest year of my life.

I’ve experienced more change in 365 days than most people experience in a decade.

There have been moments of pure elation and utter darkness, with some of the latter coming closer to disaster than I care to admit. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and faced dysphoria, depression, and discrimination.

I’m still here. I owe that to my friends and family; my teammates, roommates and therapists. I owe that to myself.

Tomorrow the sun will rise on a new decade, and I will roar along with it.