Back in my chronically online days, I used to hate the coming of a New Year. It felt like everyone had a perfectly curated post about all the challenges they faced and successfully conquered; all the big, beautiful things that bloomed in their lives. Post after post, there was new life, new energy, and new love all around. 

Except, not for me. 

I wasn’t jealous. I learned from a young age that envy gets you nowhere but closer to misery. Moreover, despite appearances, you can never truly know the ins and outs of another’s life. So, no, I wasn’t jealous, but I was sad. It felt as though everyone around me was floating while I was sinking. Why couldn’t I just make my way to the surface? What was wrong with me?

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