31

31
Originally uploaded by tonyaodell

Last year the last thing I wanted was to turn 30. I remember crying on my way to work. It seems so silly now!

This year I can say I welcomed 31 with open arms. 30 by no means was a good year for me. My grandmother's death the day after my birthday was a precursor of the loss I would face. I can honestly say that I feel my heart has been ripped out my chest and squashed a few times this year. From the physical things I have been through to actions of others around me. I know we are given challenges for a reason. But to feel like a failure over and over has been a hard pill to swallow.

I don't expect anyone to ever understand how I have felt.