1 Year Stronger

I was going to post this yesterday, but I couldn't bring myself to write about it yet.

Last year I was madly in love. I was in a relationship that felt absolutely perfect. But there were a few things wrong with it, details I won't go into here.

Basically, not through my choice or the person I was with's, that relationship ended. This was the spark that set off all the problems I have today.
That was May 17th last year.
So, yesterday, exactly 1 year ago this rollercoaster began.
In a way, I'm grateful for all of this happening - it's made me a stronger person, I'm closer with my family, I'm more aware of my emotions and I'm working on my perfectionism... but there's a little part of me that hates May 17th so damn much. If May 17th hadn't happened this time last year, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have spent the better part of a month in hospital. I wouldn't have nearly died. I'd be okay. I hate this. I hate this day.

So yeah. That's my little rant over.