2025 was intense.
It arrived with loss,
with worry I could not fix,
with nights that felt longer
than they needed to be.
People I love carried their own storms.
I watched, held space,
learned that love sometimes
means standing beside,
not stepping in.
The country trembled too.
Water rose, memories returned.
Nature reminded us
how fragile things are
and how deeply we belong to each other.
Somewhere between the breaking
and the rebuilding,
I chose to release.
Old expectations.
Old versions of strength
that asked me to harden.
Peace didn’t arrive all at once.
It came in pauses.
In honesty.
In choosing presence
over perfection.
I end this year lighter.
Ground cleared.
Heart open.
Not because it was easy,
but because I am ready
to walk forward.
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