Last year (sounds like it’s such a long time ago) I feared the month December. It is the most miraculous time of year, filled with joy and laughter everywhere we turn, and that is exactly what I was afraid of. I hadn’t felt joy or happiness when waking up in the morning for a long time. Instead I felt lonely and hopeless. I feared the thought of facing the energy that December holds, because it felt impossible for me to be present with any sort of happy emotion. Everyone around me seemed to suddenly be in a romantic relationship, with people that loved them. I was afraid that I would see others being happy and being in loving relationships, as a proof to my loneliness and as a proof to me being absolutely miserable. But to my surprise I felt the exact opposite of what I feared.