2015 was a piece of shit

2015 was a piece of shit, truly. But I told myself that I would do an inventory of my year and I’m sticking to it, because despite how shitty this year was for me, my loved ones, and the world…good, funny, and strange shit happened too. For example, I went to three weddings this year of friends I have known since either middle school or high school. However, the theme that permeates all four seasons has been crippling depression and persistent anxiety. I’ve dealt with mild depression all my life, but never has it taken away my agency in such a way that made me feel so powerless. I have never felt so low or helpless in my life, which is one of the reasons I wanted to reflect on what 2015 really looked like.

In no particular order, here is what came of 2015:

Winter/Spring

Summer

Fall/Winter

At the end of the day, though, I made it to 2016 alive.

2015 was a year where over 1,100 people were killed by the police. Where 10 people were killed and 55 were wounded on the 4th of July weekend in Chicago due to gun violence. Where refugees were turned away, Palestinians were still ignored, and Black, Native, Latinx, queer, differently abled folks and those with multiple marginalized identities were killed at alarming rates.

2015 taught me that even with all of the privilege I have and despite the strangling nature of depression, I’m grateful everyday that I can wake up and continue to work toward liberation, education, mentorship, research, love, community, connection, family, dancing, friendship, relationships, and more. You were a piece of shit, 2015, but I am grateful for each day that I’m here, even when it’s too much.