Probably one of the worst.

I lost my job, though I had been looking to move on from it for a while. I've been looking for new work for months, and hopefully after next week's interview I may have a job I'm actually excited to have.

I lost my baby boy, my lovable orange tabby cat, Pava. There was no silver lining here - he was the most loving, spoiled, personable daddy's boy who always wanted to be by my side, in my lap, cradled in my arms. Cancer took him quickly, though I constantly question myself if I couldn't have acted quicker. Maybe I could have saved him. The pandemic made getting into a vet almost impossible, though.

I've lost neighbors to this virus. I've lost family to their obstinate belief in conspiracy and an inability to emphasize.

I fear I may lose close friends to depression.

I hope to not.

Hope is a hard thing to find, these days.