Maybe next year will be different, I thought as one difficult season came to a close. Maybe next year I wouldn’t have to fight so hard or struggle so much. Maybe next year I wouldn’t be so sick and could spend more time with my family. Maybe next year I would meet the man God has for me instead of listening to the lies that I would always be alone. Maybe next year I would finally have victory over depression instead of feeling defeated. Maybe next year the financial strain would ease. Maybe next year I wouldn’t have to say…