Although 2011 was the worst year of my life, I do believe enough time has passed where I can reflect on the positive things about it. I know that the negative outweighed the positive, but I’m going to do my best to try and ignore that since it haunts me enough already. ;0;
- I developed confidence in myself for the first time in my life. I realized that the only true opinion that matters is my own opinion of myself. When people used to talk down to me or treat me like shit, it would destroy me. Not anymore. I feel so mentally strong now. The negative things people say don’t even phase me or effect me anymore when at one point it would ruin my entire day or week or sometimes even cause me to fall into a depressed slump. I started to stand up for myself as well. I don’t let what others say or think of me control my life. (And that is such an important formula for happiness.)
- For the first time my art was featured in a real gallery. I was and am really proud of myself and know that this is only the beginning because my art is my passion forever and always.
- I started to go out by myself more often and deal with my social anxiety. I don’t get as nervous as I used to when I need to go out run errands/gather supplies/travel to see friends. I still struggle and get really anxious in uncomfortable social settings, but I’m quicker to adjust and feel comfortable when things are going well.
- I overcame many periods of depression and the longest writer’s/artist block I have ever endured. I have suffered from mental imbalances for as long as I can remember and I can proudly say that I am able to keep them mostly at bay without the aid of medication or therapy. I’m not going to say I didn’t dabble with a few things here and there, but I did realize that they were not going to make the bad things go away and I had to do that within myself.
- I didn’t let all the negativity make me bitter and hateful. It’s just not who I am to be that way and I don’t think it ever will be. I always try and put forth what I want others to give back.
- I became body positive. For most of my life I had always hated my body because it wasn’t the socially constructed ideal of beauty. I realize now that perfection doesn’t even exist and you need to do wonderful things with and in the body and skin you’ve grown into.