2015 in review
Just a little thing I felt like writing up, even though we still have 16 days left of the year.
First thing I did this year was get chest surgery. It’s so weird remembering that that was so recent because it feels like it’s been ages. I had so deeply hoped that getting surgery would set 2015 on a great path and it didn’t really do that.
We had to move out of Monterey. Away from my church, away from a beautiful town, and to the horrid place I grew up. Granted, I got to be near my best friends for the first time in years but it made my last semester at community college a nightmare. The good thing is that I certainly learned how to handle online classes efficiently. I’m glad that happened because it has helped me this semester in my online class.
I got to go on an impromptu trip to San Diego in March with my friend and her mom. That was a lot of fun and I met someone who pretty strongly impacted my identity. As tough as it was knowing him, I’m glad we met because I may never have gotten to where I am today without him. I also saw Rent for the first time with him. That was rad.
I had two major identity crises this year, too. The first one happened a few months ago, which is how I realized I was aro-spec and also that I didn’t feel happy only presenting as masculine. I’m still in the midst of the second one, which is annoying but I’ll survive, hopefully. Even though I’m still questioning where on the aro spectrum I am, my wardrobe has become cuter so at least no one can tell I’m having a rough time.
Before leaving for university, I got my first tattoo on my shoulder. It’s a little frog and I love it dearly. I’m considering getting a second one soon. In fact, I’m sitting here waiting for the tattoo shops in town to open so I can go ask about prices and getting an appointment tomorrow or Thursday. I tried coming up with a design for another tattoo but it just didn’t happen. It’s something I really want but if I don’t have a design, I can’t get a tattoo.
This semester has been my first at university. I’ve been living on my own for months and it’s made me feel so much better to be away from my parents’ negative influence. My mental health has tanked and I’m fairly certain that I need to see a psychiatrist to go on medications to help me function better. I’m so thankful that I haven’t been going through this alone, though. I didn’t make a lot of friends here but I made one amazing friend. I’ve been having issues seeing the good in life and they’re always there to help me with them, even without being literally present.
This isn’t by any means a comprehensive view of my 2015. It’s just what I could think of in a few minutes while I’m avoiding doing my final essay for New Testament.