I haven’t been writing as much recently. I haven’t really felt the same need to get the nasty things in my head out and onto my laptop screen. Because there haven’t been that many nasty things hanging out in there. Honestly, my darkest moments come when I dwell on the amount of cheese I’ve eaten over Christmas and the fact I fear I have put on around 100 lbs.
It’s dark and dreary outside, but in my head springtime is already here.
When I saw my counsellor before Christmas she said, “I’ll see you in the new year. And the new year can do all sorts of things to people.” I wished her a Merry Christmas and scuttled off down the street thinking how silly she was. It’s just a new year, after all. It can’t change anything.
I should have known better.
My counsellor is never silly. She’s an absolute fricking genius.
Indeed, I feel different. I feel better. I feel more like me.
I always knew – even through the depths of my sadness – that there would come a day when the pizza of doom was just something that happened to me once. Finally, I’m starting to feel that way.
And I love being able to say that it was, “Something that happened last year”.
Pizza of Doom 
Isn’t it amazing; what new perspective can do to a woman?