So a lot has happened in the past two years.
2016 was a blur, but for the most part it was fine. Then November happened, and everything started to fall apart.
I don't remember most of December and January. I can recall the holidays, and working, but little else.
In February something in my head finally gave way. I just broke. I'm on a treatment program for depression and anxiety now, and on the mend.
In March, I got over my own stubbornness and finally bought a car.
I lost my job in May - laid off along with all of my coworkers from a facility we were told was no longer profitable.
In June, I finally got the dental surgery I've needed for the majority of my adult life.
From June to August, I took a sabbatical. It was the first proper holiday I've had in five years.
In September, I took a job with an engineering firm. It lasted until a the week of Thanksgiving. I'm unemployed again.
And now I'm here, working harder on my own creative projects than I have in a decade. And that makes everything else OK, in its own way.