Callie, Interrupted

It's pretty safe to say that this past year sucked, in many, many ways. 2017 was the hardest year of my life. There were some times when I felt like it would just never end, but lo and behold, here we finally are at 2018. Yes, it's just a small number change on the date, but symbolically it feels like a big deal to me. It's a blank slate, a new page, a fresh start. Today in particular, January 10th, means a lot to me. January 10th, 2017 was the day that I first went the hospital. I remember that day perfectly, from what I was doing that afternoon to what I was thinking about on the car ride over to what homework I was supposed to do that night. I remember it all so well it almost scares me. Today is a big day because it means that it has been a full year since everything began. It means that every day going forward can potentially remind me of the days from last year. At the same time, though, it also means that every day going forward can start to replace the days