I haven't been able to bear the thought of starting a new year. I haven't been able to wish anyone a Happy New Year and I've vociferously sushed people who tried to say it to me.

One of my friends, though, in an email said it's the start of a new year, the year in which I overcome the pain.

She's right. Instead of looking at this as the next in a series of steadily worsening years, I should think of it as the most hideous of years having finally come to an end, and the start of my recovery.

I don't know if I can do that, but she is right. I can try.

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