I’m Listening to an Album a Day in 2023… and Writing About It 🤞🏾

Recently, I’ve realized that I have been my own biggest bully

Hello. I’m just going to say it already. I stopped writing. I stopped doing a lot of things. 2022 started as the worst year of my life. I consumed myself in complete and utter directionlessness. I had never felt more alone and unable in my life. I struggled to maintain steady communication with my friends this year. I’ve struggled with this for years truthfully. I spent way too much time by myself this year. I attached myself to my self-doubt and regretted everything I’ve and didn’t do the last three years. Recently, I’ve realized that I have been my own biggest bully. Of course, I’ve been quite a recluse, but the way I perceived myself has kept me in the same spot in life. I also spent too much damn time on the hellsite known as Twitter.

By the end of 2022, I have been able to acknowledge my faults healthily. I never felt this good about the future since 2019. I’m surrounded by more love and patience than I can ask for. I am thankful for what I’ve overcome this year and what I’ve learned. This is the most adult I felt ever. I want to start the next year by being more accountable and having actual expectations of myself. I want to set goals, plans, and budgets. 2023 is the year of self-respect and presence. I’m sick of people asking me where…