… is what I would say if I was an optimistic person. I am not. So instead of saying stuff like “2018 is going to be my year!”, I’ll just say that I hope that 2018 will be better than 2017. I know that if I can continue working on adjusting my coping mechanisms, I can carry on processing what has happened to me, and moving on with my life.
Also, coming home to these babies everyday really helps: