In March of 2017, I was struggling. Which is a strange thing to say. I somehow can’t remember a time I wasn’t struggling with something. Usually, it was financially. But, for the first time since I left home at eighteen I actually felt comfortable living with the income I was making. My boyfriend and I both worked full-time jobs in skincare and even though we didn’t see each other much (despite living together) we weren’t surviving paycheque to paycheque. In the world of grown-up aspirations, this is pretty much considered a huge success.
I was struggling in a different way. 2017 had been terrible and it was barely two months in. Six days into the year my mother passed away. A close friend in my friend group was in a car accident and died. Another close friend’s uncle passed away suddenly. All at once, I was surrounded by grief, both my own and those around me.