I deadass don’t know how I survived. That’s what the theme was for 2019, looking back on it, survival. I have never gone through so much in such a short time. I started 2019 homeless, reeling off of a recent mental hospital stay and domestic abuse from my father. I had no prospects, no hope for the future. My one mission was getting a roof over my head. I completed that mission, I’m in the same apartment I was in at the start of 2019. But I’m not in the same pile of shit, I’m in a slightly different pile of shit.