“Last year was the worst year of my life.” I can’t remember what started first, the heart palpitations or the nightmares, or exactly when it all began. I thought it was grief. I thought it was the anxiety I’d been born with, or a physical expression of the emotional turmoil I’d been thrown into. Last year was the worst year of my life, because it’s been a condensed, amplified version of everything that has defined previous tough times — worsening chronic illness, losing loved ones and