As much as I love this time of year, it's also extremely painful and I can tell that Satan doesn't want me to focus on my blessings, but that's exactly why I need to.... because the alternative is crying and wallowing in self-pity (but let's be honest, the crying will happen regardless).
In the last three years, I have:
Started (and almost) finished graduate school.
Found a good job (and then got promoted to a better one).
Crossed off two major things from my bucket list.... London and a train ride (from Scotland, no less).
Moved into my own apartment.
Paid off all debt related to mom and her health issues.
Bought a car.
Bought a Vitamix.
Gained a sister (and brothers, but I don't know them as well).
Discovered what an amazing family I have.
Studied abroad.
Gone through the temple.
Found joy in simple things.
And most importantly, I have discovered that it is possible to survive the seemingly impossible.
Thanks to all who have supported, put up with, carried and pushed me while I found my way. I love you all.