It’s the last day of 2025, and I’ll say it again–Worst. Year. Ever. At least for me.
That’s not to say that nothing good happened in my life this year: I’ve figured out how best to tell the story within my current novel; I’ve planned some of a novel series I want to write; I’ve added some new interests and goals to those already-rather-lengthy lists; I’ve reconnected with my family (though I still think the physical distance between me and them is a good thing)…actually, that’s about it.
On a lower note, I haven’t planned my finances very well, so I’ve obliterated my savings just to survive–and I’ve still had to hit a member of my family up for money so I can pay my rent for next month. I hope I can land paying employment next month, but my hopes are, right now, by no means high.
Looking at the situation, though, employment/finances are my only problem right now, though that does influence other aspects of my life, which are otherwise positive.
Admittedly, there are some things I could have done differently during the course of this year–though there is no way of knowing whether doing so would see me in a different, never mind better, place at this moment remains to be seen.
But I’m determined to do much, much better in 2026…come what may.
Chloe Desilets 
I ended 2025 in the emergency room at the hospital. I shut my left thumb in the car door today and spent from 2pm to 11:40pm there. I have not only lost my thumb nail, I have a cut under the nail and on the side of my thumb…I have fractured my thumb under the nail bed. And I am left handed. The only good thing was that I had already written my rent cheque for January.
The freezing needles were extremely painful,,,but now I wait for the freezing to come out. And I’m still bleeding.