Fuck 2022.
2019 was an unpleasant year for me. Since then, every year has leveled up the bullshit. Even having the audacity to make things global.
This post is brief and mostly pictures because much of it is personal and tender bruises to poke. I also just don’t want to talk about it. This year could largely be summarized by dance and medical adventures. With a lot of life sprinkled in between.
I hit the last year of my 30s. It feels like the pandemic swallowed half the decade. I celebrated with goats and yoga.
I attended Telluride Horror Show, of course. The festival was great. However, the experience resulted in some family drama. I have always had tense and complicated relationships with my close family. I was taken off guard when the same sort of issues arose in my chosen family. It hit harder. But I guess people and core dynamics are all the same.
I returned to a bit of horror modeling, which felt like an old glove sliding on.
I danced and performed a lot, basking in expression and community. I’m not very good, but I do keep finding a spot on the occasional lineup. The events at Club Q hit very close to home, a place I know and have danced at, a community I’m a part of.
And more than me, my family is constantly dancing. It’s a lifestyle for us.
I have had a sprinkling of minor health issues for a while. However, they seemed to culminate this year. They have developed from insignificant and inconvenient to barging into my daily life. I don’t want to go into a detailed medical history, but so many acute conditions have taken over.
I’ll write about it later, but the most recent and noticeable is losing my hair. It has been more traumatizing than I realized it would be.
As part of these health changes, I lost many of my coping mechanisms (unhealthy as they may have been). So I dealt with ink therapy. Getting tattoos seemed to be a way to exercise some control over my body again.
Author-wise, I did finish another novel (using NaNoWriMo to focus) and worked on the previous. I wrote a few short stories. “Enjoy Your Show” is published in The Horror Collection: Sapphire Edition. “Elves Watching” is up on Meghan’s Haunted House of Books.
So pretty productive for a shit show year.
I also finally got back out there and did some vending and signings. None were wildly successful, but I did see more action than most of them.
There were plenty of bright spots in a dark year, plenty of life and memories being made amidst the stressors. I told myself over and over during the year to not let the bad things take over, to not let them steal this time from me that I would never get back. I’m not sure how successful I was, but I did try.
I know the new year is just an arbitrary date on the calendar we made it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t treat it like a fresh start, year after year, and hope it actually takes one year.
Christina Bergling
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- The Waning – Locked in a cage, Beatrix must survive to escape or be broken completely.
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