2020 has sucked.
My journalism professors might not think that's too much of a lede, but it does what a good summary lede should — it explains what the story is going to be about: 2020 sucking.
So far 2020 hasn't brought anything substantially good to my life, or to others, from what I can see.
In just eight short months, this world and its inhabitants have faced an unrelenting pandemic that has uprooted the normalcy of everyone's lives day-in and day-out; natural disasters; drastic changes in climate; unexpected deaths of friends, family, idols and loved-ones — all of this while trying to maintain some resemblance of mental health OK-ness and happiness.
So, it's fair to say this year has sucked. But what everyone is forgetting to remember is that it is OK to say that, and that it is OK to feel like it sucks.
It took me forever to recognize that.
I didn't think it was acceptable to feel any sort of self-pity for so long. This, even as my friends were being split apart, the people I had just started to get to know in the residence hall were being sent home, classes started going all remote and things felt absolutely terrifying.
It felt selfish to focus on my petty problems as the world faced its own set of far-more pressing challenges. Sickness, death, impairment, natural disaster, economic devastation; the list goes on and on.
But it took a few deep talks with good friends to understand that I wasn't the only one experiencing emotions like this and that it was normal to feel — even if seemed selfish in a way. I left those conversations with some new found-wisdom that I will share with y'all.