Day 1 As I begin writing this, I think about how it would be so appropriate to start such a journal exactly on New Year’s Day, as it would be like turning over a new page, a fresh start. And then I realized that my mind once again wants to play the perfectionism trap, where the current sense of well-being is sacrificed for an imagined future “ideal” scenario. Who said that November 1st can’t be my New Year? Maybe this is a way of sharing an experience, maybe it’s a way to vent my emotions or simply to send my thoughts and feelings out into the universe. A thought often sneaks into my head – that no one will read this, that no one cares about my opinion or experience. Perhaps it’s better to stay silent. But precisely because of that, I will face this familiar impulse and continue writing, and most importantly – doing it publicly. Maybe no one will read this, and that’s okay, but perhaps someone will stumble upon it by chance, someone who needed to read it, who feels the same way and thi...