You were a tricky bugger weren't you? Admittedly, you started off pretty averagely, with January, February and March inundated with University work and regulating newly prescribed medication. And then April came, and punched me in the face. Although I now see that it was all necessary, at the time, my illness seemed to entirely ruin my life for a little while there. My birthday went by without a fuss, all too consumed with the terror of the days before. May and June were a bit perkier, the newly-found freedom was enjoyed, although the stress of exams and work definitely put a dampner on these two months. And then came July...and what an interesting month that turned out to be. The rest of the summer flashed by in a haze of new found love and ice-cream; isn't that the best way to spend a summer? The latter part of the year seemed to have been taken over by traveling up and down the country, and Uni work. Third year is hard. I knew it would be, so why oh why was I surprised by the mountain of work that was dumped unceremoniously in front of me? That being said, it was still enjoyable, constantly having my nose in a book on the train home is not a bad way to spend a few hours, especially when there's a warm hug at the end of it.
And then came Christmas. Arguably, my best Christmas yet. As the year is ending, I've realised it wasn't all bad, although if you told me that six months ago I would have laughed in your face. As I get better, I realise more and more of the beauty of life.
I hope 2014 brings me more of that clarification. I hope the year to be busy - as expected - but most of all, happy. I will try a bit harder to see the good in the little things, and read more books. I think that's about it.