Sometimes the best way to move on from something is to make a final statement on the matter. After this post, I will continue to use this blog to spread awareness, work through my own shit, and help others if they need it, but I will no longer stew over the actions of someone unworthy of my time and energy.

2020 was what it was. No one needs to say it… we all know. There won’t be a magical switch at midnight on the 31st where all of a sudden everything is fixed, but hopefully 2021 will see brighter days. I learned a lot about myself this year. Not just while writing the book, but simply being alone and having to learn how to be ok with that. My limits were tested and I feel like I made some really great strides this year… despite everything that’s happened.

I basically already did a 2020 recap of sorts, so I’m going to try my best not to be too reflective in this post, but…

Over the next couple of weeks I can only imagine that there will be a whole string of 2020 recap things. I did a recap last year because it seemed fitting. Not only was the decade ending, but I was coming to the close of my first year in New York. Now as year #2 comes to an end, I (like everyone else) am at a standstill. Everyone keeps talking about how shitty 2020 is and how we can’t wait for it to end, and while all of that is true, when the clock strikes midnight on the 31st… we’re going to be in the same exact position we are right now. Virus numbers climbing, lockdowns happening across the country, and no end in sight.

For the last 2 years my worst nightmare has been the same: what would I do if my ex tried to come after me?

It’s easy to recognize when you’re on an emotional rollercoaster, right? One minute you’re up and feeling great and then you fly towards the earth at record speeds only to be flung up again and maybe go upside down and around corners. It might be fun or terrifying, but it’s all something we can relate to.