Happy New Year, my dear readers.
Before anything else, I want to say I’m sorry for being quiet for so long. I know I disappeared without much explanation, and for that, I truly apologize. Life happened in ways I didn’t expect, and there were moments when I barely had the strength to show up—not just here, but anywhere. Still, I never forgot about you. You were always in my thoughts, even during the times I couldn’t write or update.
This New Year, I just want you to know how proud I am of you. I am so proud that you survived. If surviving is your only achievement this year, that is more than enough. You don’t need grand victories or loud successes to prove your worth. Waking up every day, choosing to stay, choosing to keep going—even when it was hard—is already something to be proud of.
Some years aren’t about growth or achievements. Some years are about endurance. About holding on. About breathing through the pain and finding small reasons to continue. If this year tested you, exhausted you, or broke you in ways no one saw, please know that you are not weak. You are strong for making it here.
Thank you for staying. Thank you for waiting. Thank you for reading, even in silence. Your presence means more to me than you know.
As we step into this new year, I hope you’ll be kinder to yourself. Take things slowly. Heal at your own pace. And remember that you are allowed to rest, to start over, and to be proud of yourself—even if all you did was survive.
Here’s to a gentler year ahead—for all of us. ✨