2015 has one word for me: brave.
I was brave when I reached out for help through the county. I was brave when I opened up to my blog readers and told them what I was experiencing. I was brave when I told a group of friends just how bad things were for me.
I was brave when I walked into the doctor office and cried as I told him about my depression. I was brave when I told him everything I’d experienced, and that I was scared I wasn’t getting better.
Being brave means that 2015 is the year I put myself first. It’s the year I take care of myself. The year I do what I have to do to be healthy, happy and strong.
Being brave means that I realized I might have to let go of some things in my life. I have to let go of the worry, the doubt and the stress. I may have to let go of friendships, people in my life and things I can’t control.
Being brave in 2015 is realizing that if someone can’t be there for me when I need them the most, that I may have to let them go. It hurts but if they aren’t there when I need them the most in my life, can I trust them to be there in the good times? To share the joy with me, to celebrate. Instead, I’m facing the realization that they aren’t there now when I need them the most.
Being brave in 2015 means embracing new adventures – discovering great books, trips planned to travel across the country, hours of laughter and joy with my friends and family. It means standing up for myself and learning to love myself for who I am.
2015 means that even though I let go of the negative – I’m embracing the joy and open doors the year can bring me. It means stepping out into the world and embracing my life, how I want to love and what is waiting for me ahead.
Being brave in 2015 means letting go, but letting the brand new in.