Yes, I’m pretty sure my resolution every year is to write in this thing more. Oops. But hey, at least I met my resolution of writing at least once a year, right?
It’s been a crazy year, for me and for everyone. I moved (same state, different area) and started a new job. I’m still with the same wonderful boyfriend who loves and accepts me, bag or no bag. I do have to say that I still have a hard time opening up about my ostomy to most people. I got really jealous when I was being trained at work because my trainer has a less stigmatized (though still difficult to deal with) medical condition and is able to talk about it so much more easily than I can. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get to the point where I can really be honest about myself. A therapist I worked with earlier in the year didn’t seem to understand why I cared so much about that. She said I wasn’t obligated to tell anyone about my ostomy. What she didn’t understand is that it’s incredibly difficult to feel like there are two Sarahs, the one that is just like everyone else and the one who is just a little bit different.
Well, I hope that if anyone is reading this, they had as good of a year as possible. I also hope that everyone stays healthy, and that 2022 is much better than 2021 or 2020. Happy New Year, everyone!