I thought it would be be fair to end the year without celebrating(some of) the ones who kept me breathing through it.
I crashed this year, fell like Icarus more times than I could count. And I cried like a fool lol, I promise I criedš. But God must have known Iād have lost it a while ago so he sent me a legion, an army of hearts that I could always lean on and lean into.
I love my people ferociously, even the ones who donāt love me back; no love ever given is ever lost.
I hope I can be half as good a person to the world and you all have been to me.
I do not deserve any of you. Happy New Yearā¤ļø
I wish I could add more but hey, it is what it is.
2025 took a lot out of me, Iām not going to lie. There are parts of this year I would love to share but the wounds cut deeper than the public would feel comfortable seeing.
And no one talks about how hard it is to stand out side, holding the thing that has hurt you, and say, āhere, this is part of me tooā.
I want to tell you that I had an amazing time but Omo, I survived to be honest.
That being said, it gave me so much as well. There was so much joy, love and happiness. I found community in the most unexpected places, and Iām so thankful for that. It reminds me of that line from Kubo and the two strings, āfor every ugly thing in the world, there is something just as beautifulā.
I saw death, so close that it grazed me. I felt, and still feel pain. I felt hope, and I still cling to it. I experienced God, humanity and all of being, and for some reason, I am still here.
I donāt know why, but I hope you find something beautiful to keep living for; I sure as hell am looking for mine.
