What a year.
A year I never imagined I would endure.
A year when survival felt uncertain and each day demanded more strength than I thought I had.
A year marked by the deepest grief I have ever known—a grief that settled into my bones and refused to leave.
A year when hope slipped through my fingers, sometimes vanishing entirely.
A year when prayers fell silent, and songs died in my throat.
A year when tears came without invitation, ambushing me in quiet moments and crowded rooms alike.
A year lived in questions, in waiting, in not knowing what came next.
A year that changed me forever.
Yet even in that despair, I was compelled to write.
When I had no strength to speak, my words spoke for me. Through them, I found you—kind strangers who slowly became my lifeline. You listened when I felt invisible. You stayed when the darkness felt endless. You encouraged me when grief clouded every thought, leaving me lost in bitterness I couldn’t explain.
Without you, I truly don’t know where I would be. Your compassion met me in my lowest moments, and your support became a light when I couldn’t find my own.
As 2025 comes to an end and 2026 begins, I want to thank you—from the deepest place in my heart—for helping me survive and for reminding me I was not alone.