I was unhappy in January.
I cried myself to sleep in February.
I was desperate in March.
I was numb in April, May and June.
I was desperate for diversion in July and August.
Then I was numb again in September and October.
I took a step back towards the world in November.
I relearned how to hope in December.
I don't know how your year was.
Regardless, I hope for the next one will be (even) better.
Maybe we can leave the shitty bits behind and take the good bits with us.