I think the year was good for me…I spent a couple of semesters in my PhD program and worked a very boring summer. We met ends, financially. My kids grew some more, the oldest began 1st grade. I had a lot of happy moments.
I identified the depths of my eating disorder, was suicidal several times, went into hypnotherapy. Some months later, I hit a really low point and then changed things around. I worked really hard, again, and am in recovery. I quit my meds, I quit therapy, I quit all of it. And I am all right. I am all right.
I had some interesting dating experiences but focused more on my studies. I figure out my PhD topic and published a book review. I am glad to have my best friend in school with me. Everything is good with my partner and nobody died. Sandy was awful.