We’re a month away from 2022, and if I had to look back at this year, I’d probably say that it was the worst year of my life. At the beginning of this year, I was at my worst, emotionally and mentally. There were days when the simplest of activities felt like a burden and every day was a new struggle of undermining myself and my capabilities. And then my family got Covid, it was a nightmare and if I could choose to delete one part of this year from my memories, this would probably be it. Even though the days of quarantine were a good time to introspect and dwell into myself, the feeling of alienation and not being able to socialize terrified me.
Before Covid, I was a person who would thrive on socialization, but now socializing seems like a tiresome activity. Funny enough Covid wasn’t the worst this year had to offer, and now that all of it is over (hopefully) there is a constant feeling of tiredness and anxiety of the next bad thing that’s ready to hit us. I think that in the midst of all of this, I’ve definitely realized how privileged I am, because throughout the times of hardship I’ve had a roof over my head, food, a source of support and various other basic necessities that people are lacking.
I feel grateful to my friends, family and all those people who’ve stuck by me during my worst. Without them, I’d probably not be able to get through this year. However, one thing this year has taught me is that tough times come and go, but you’ll always get through it , and that there’s always light at the end of the tunnel, even though it’s easier said than done.
While I’m still learning from my experiences this year, I want to stay hopeful for the next year and even though I’m uncertain of what the future holds, I look forward to it.
Batool Qasim – Reposted from youthof2020stories on Instagram, a humansof2020 initiative
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