The End of The Year as I Know it.
31st December 2020. It's done. If you're reading this, we did it. We've made it through a year full of protests and disease, a year full of allegations and abuse. We made it through a year of diasater. We fucking did it. I mean the fact that I am alive and well, the fact that I am not dead; I was not killed by the Covid-19 virus, I did not die by my own hand, when i thought that i was losing my ever loving shit, and there seemed to be no end in sight. I did not die from boredom, and from being on edge with my family for periods of time this year. I survived. And I am so grateful to God I could cry. What a year. Anyways 2020 wasn't a complete shitfest. I mean regardless of the fact that i'm 95 percent sure God decided to show us shege this year.😠I found myself this year. In the midst of the anger and the loneliness and the frustration at being at the mercy of something I couldn't touch or control, I found myself. Have you ever been forced to take a good loo...