They say your 'Jordan year' is supposedly the best year of your life. I think there was a miscommunication with mine. Your arrival felt like a baby making its entrance into the world months before its due date. I was anxious and unprepared for you.
I didn't get to enjoy your company as I planned to. I spent most of you living in anxiety and depression. You're that year I wish would never repeat itself. You pushed me to my limits. It seemed like every time I believed I had escaped something, something else hit me. It was like a repeated cycle of pain and depression.
I remember this time last year vividly. I was the happiest on the outside, or at least I tried to be. But I was dying inside. I felt my mind slipping away into darkness, a darkness that almost took me. I remember zoning out while hanging out with my friends because I was fighting the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.
No, I don't blame you. You couldn't have predicted it was going to turn out that way. Though you were not the best year, I'm glad you happened. So thank you for the lessons, thank you for the little blessings, thank you for the big blessings, thank you for proving to me that I have more strength than I give myself credit for, thank you for helping me find my faith and solace in God during my darkest times, thank you for everything.
You didn’t have the best start, but you made an impressive comeback towards the end.
Today I turn a new age. While it may not be a "Jordan year," I have a strong feeling that this year will be the best one yet!
