2025
2025 was the year I finally slowed down and faced myself. There was no big turning point, no dramatic closure...just a quiet realization that I was tired of living in survival mode. I spent a long time pretending I was okay, convincing myself that time alone would heal everything. It didn’t. What helped was being honest about how much I was still carrying. These words are what happened when I finally let myself look at my life honestly without pretending, without rushing, without trying to be okay when I wasn’t. This year made me confront the parts of me that stayed too long, hoped too hard, and loved past the point of self-respect. I had to admit that some of the pain I felt came from refusing to let go when I already knew the truth. Letting go wasn’t sudden it was a series of small, painful decisions I had to make over and over again.
2025 taught me how to sit with discomfort instead of running from it. I learned to stop chasing explanations, apologies, and closure that were never going to come. I started choosing peace not because it was easy, but because continuing to hurt myself was harder.
By the end of the year, I wasn’t completely healed, but I was more aware. I understood my boundaries better. I trusted myself a little more. I stopped measuring my worth by how much I was willing to endure.
Next year, I promise to show up more. To be braver for myself. I won’t stop choosing myself just because it’s lonely. And that, more than anything, is how I begin again.
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
