Welp, being a March baby is a little awkward, but we’re still going to celebrate anyway!
Year 30 was a blur. I had about 3 days of bliss after my birthday until I started reading the news. And every day, it seemed to get crazier and crazier. And then…well, we all know what happened afterward!
I spent most of my 30th year around the sun at home, on the couch. Just like everyone else — except for maybe those influencers who decided to vacation in Cancun during a panni. I had good days, I had bad days — and I realized that it’s okay to have bad days sometimes and give yourself time to heal.
My biggest accomplishment last year was taking care of my mental health — to the best of my ability. Right before stay-at-home orders were issued, I scheduled an appointment to talk to my doctor about my mental state, and I was diagnosed with moderate depression and anxiety. Then, I went on antidepressants a week before everything shut down. Let me tell you, that was the weirdest week of my entire life, but I’m happy that I was able to learn how to manage my anxiety and depression during a pandemic.
My lowest and my highest point last year was in June, during the Black Lives Matter protests. While it was touching to see so many non-Black folks finally have an overdue conversation about racism in the United States, it was tough for me to relive 30 years of traumatic, racist memories. It really was bittersweet, but I’m glad to know that I have friends who are true allies and people in my life who are willing to put in the anti-racist work.
I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much in one year. But I also laughed. I prospered. I grew.
So bring it on, year 31. I got knocked down last year, but I managed to get up — and flourish.