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Although I am not as active as I once was on here, I'm still doing these entries to reflect on the year that was and what the next year has in store. So, with that said, let's begin. For our newest followers and for those who have been here for many, many years, here is a quick recap on the years I've written about so far: 2015 – Year filled with crap, nearly died due to weight issues, bad family dieting habits and strict, violent and destructive narcissistic parenting. 2016 – The year I made my escape and ran far, far away from a broken and dysfunctional life and had to hit the reset button. 2017 – A mixed bag, but finally made my house a home, but my mental health and well-being collapsed. 2018 - Another mixed bag, but after some repair work at a psychologist, I'm still not 100% in terms of mental health capacity. 2019- Cece is awoken and the journey to transition is on! 2020 - We don't talk about that year. EVER. I don't care if that year gave Cece a huge shot in the

To recap my journey so far for our new followers and those just joining us before the year is out.... 2015 – Year filled with crap, nearly died due to weight issues, bad family dieting habits and strict, violent and destructive narcissistic parenting. 2016 – The year I made my escape and ran far, far away from a broken and dysfunctional life and had to hit the reset button. 2017 – A mixed bag, but finally made my house a home, but my mental health and well being collapsed. 2018 - Another mixed bag, but after some repair work at a psychologist, I'm still not 100% in terms of mental health capacity. 2019- Cece is awoken and the journey to transition is on! 2020 - We don't talk about that year. EVER. So...... What about 2021? Do we talk about it? Oh.....hell yes! Although the global pandemic still rages on and causing major disruption and in some cases, financial hardship and ruin, I've managed to scrape through 2021 without a scratch. Well....OK, not with a scratch, but a

"It's simple. I had a rough childhood. My mum wasn't supporting to me in life. I just want to get this day over with and move on. It hurts me even thinking about it." I still got those feelings, although not as bad as I used to.... “Why, oh why didn’t I get out of that toxic and destructive mess?” ...and I am still working on finding out those answers and a whole lot more, five years later. The bills from the shrink continue to go up and up...... (Sighs)..... Oh woe is me, it's that time of the year once again where I go on a never ending soul seeking mission on why the person that brought me into the world decided to try and take me out of it. As we know from the last three or so journal entries, I don't handle Mother's Day all that well. If St. Valentine can cause enough chaos and havoc and result in me having a nervous breakdown on the day of love and break down in tears on the bathroom floor, then Mother's Day is enough to make my blood boil and explode in a fit of rage