4 Years, 4 Paragraphs

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Full of change. Started the year in a serious relationship, got my largest tattoo done. Moved out of my partner’s place, moved in to a tiny room in a tiny house with two dogs and their friendly, chaotic owner. Started seeing someone, my confidence soared, my job was going well. I think I was quite happy. August hit and everything went sour, apart from the Tinder date who turned out to become the father of my daughter and my partner to this day. Struggled a lot, suffered a lot. Didn’t realise that the Christmas break was going to be when I sank deepest into my depression. I quit my job.


Terrible. Mental health was at an awful low. I was out of work and didn’t have much savings. We decided to move in together anyway, to start a new life together in Scotland. It was happy and sad at the same time. Didn’t realise how much August 2015 was going to carry on affecting me. Spent a lot of time in bed or on the sofa. And then of course, Brexit and Trumpf came along and I remember waking up in the early hours of the morning for each heartbreaking result. And to finish it off, George Michael passed away.


Started a lot better, we were actually feeling hopeful. We had a new apartment and new jobs. I found out I was pregnant in March and that’s when things started to go very sour, very fast. Anxiety got the best of me and I quit my job. Our relationship was rocky, the pregnancy was hard. I knew we were having a daughter from the get-go. My mum got married, my anxiety was all over the place and I had to quit going for runs when I reached 31 weeks into my pregnancy. We had moved down South for my partner’s work but it didn’t work out, so we came back to Scotland. On a Wednesday evening my waters broke, and on Friday, just before 1am, our daughter arrived. December was hard.


Sleepless. Exhaustion really puts a toll on your mental health. Long working hours (looking after our baby) and not much reward (a few beautiful moments in-between). We were falling in love with her. Things got a lot better as the months went on, though we both continued to struggle with our mental health, and our finances. We had moved early in the year to a small village, to live in my partner’s mother’s new house. It seemed incredibly isolating at first, but after a while we started making friends and things felt more familiar. Violet turned 1.


It’s not over yet.

What do you think of these? I might start a series of them, I dunno.

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