At this point last year, I was miserable. I dreaded going to school everyday, my relationship was falling apart, I had gained a handful of weight, and I had (literally) no friends except my boyfriend. My autoimmune disease was absolutely debilitating and I was going into the hospital on a biweekly basis whether it was in the ER or for blood tests, sometimes 15 tubes at a time.
Now, I am so deeply happy. So much in my life is going well right now. I have my autoimmune disorder, for the most part, under control and my life doesn’t revolve around swelling or pain. I have a group of friends that I love to death and couldn’t be more grateful to have in my life. When Alex broke up with me last week they were at my door to bring me to breakfast and watch Never Been Kissed within 10 minutes of me texting them, and then were here for me this weekend to take me out and let me go crazy. I go to a school that makes me happy and academically excited, and I don’t dread getting up every morning. I get invited to parties and I don’t feel like a nuisance. I have a job that lets me take home free bread, cupcakes, pastries, and tea. I got into my two top choice colleges within one day of the each other, one of which has continuously reached out to me even though they’re a large institution. Though Alex and I aren’t together any longer, I have so many other wonderful things in my life that are going the way I always hoped they would.
This time last year I never could have envisioned this being the path my life would take. That being said, I couldn’t be more grateful that this is the road that I am on. I couldn’t imagine better or more caring/fun friends, a more supportive family, a cuter dog, more amazing colleges to choose from, or a body that supports me the way mine does now. It’s fucking incredible to feel like this.