it’s strange to me how it’s finally the end of 2025. this year was tough for me. i kept asking myself "will i ever survive this year?" because of how hard it was to show up every day. to carry the guilt of just existing when i felt like a burden to anyone and everybody, to grieve the version of myself i never became, to hold the weight of knowing i would still wake up tomorrow even when my heart refused to.
but despite how hard this year was, i am still here.
i survived every single moment of this year. i may have shed countless tears and wanted to give up more times than i can admit, i am proud to say that i did not fail to live through it.
to new beginnings, everyone 🤍
