So...it's 2017 and it is officially my debut year. I'm not gonna lie; the last three months or so of 2016 were rather rough for me—creatively, mentally, physically, emotionally—but with the turning of the year, I feel a bit more psychologically prepared to face whatever is ahead. Like my book launch. In less than five weeks. I just. WHAT.
I'm not much of a resolution person, but I will admit that I didn't even come close to achieving the goals I had set out for myself last year. Some of those were due to external factors, but a lot of last year was trying to find my footing and keep myself from wobbling out of control. I've been open about my bipolar disorder, but I prefer to keep the dirty details between myself and my most intimate circle. Still, I found myself struggling in ways I hadn't since I was a teenager, and a lot of 2016 was reflecting, meditating, and reconsidering my coping mechanisms and strategies. …