This time last year, I was working in the same group as I am now, getting frustrated that I hadn't been promoted, but still enjoying my work and learning all the whys and wherefores of my particular corner of the business. We were living in an apartment that had seen better days (most of them before we had moved in), and Eric and I were starting to get a little bit sick of both it and the commute. Overall, though, things were pretty good. I...was not. I was having some issues, and scared to death about getting help, but even more scared about what might happen if I didn't.
Since then, I got promoted, we bought a house (!!!), and I got help. I'm not "better", but I'm better. I have a long ways to go, but I'm not quite so scared anymore. I can look toward next year with an idea of what I want to do, and it seems...feasible. There are still going to be obstacles - chronic pain is, well, chronic, and it's going to be an obstacle for a long time, but I'm learning to work my way around and through it as much as possible. It's really hard not to let depression and pain define who I am, but I'm on the road, I think. I know that I'll probably slip back a time or three, but at least I know I can get here. It's possible. And that's something I haven't had in a long time.
So, onwards to 2013. May the road have just enough bumps to make us appreciate the smooth stretches, and may the world not explode. :)