After an exact month after New Year’s commemoration, I can say my 2018 has finally begun. I felt trapped in 2017 for an entire month even after it was officially over. It took time to heal the most important parts of myself, to replace and recreate what didn’t serve to its purpose anymore. There were uncountable mornings I desired the pitch black dawn and way-more-than-I-would-like to-admit nights when I would pray to the vivid nightmares around me to end. It didn’t, but things started to feel better.