31/12/2025
As 2025 comes to a close and we step into 2026, I find myself reflecting on our common humanity in a world that is not always forgiving. We are all vulnerable, wanting connection, seeking to be held, either physically or metaphorically, with love that is pure. We crave respectful touch, so we can be wrapped in compassion and understanding. We seek people we can talk to, who can hear and share with us in holding our pain, and can bear our tears when we cry.
Over the last 18 months, when my youngest became gravely ill, I was confronted again by a system that was rigid, fixed, inflexible, ableist, and shaming. I became voiceless in my advocating, and invisible in a system that could not acknowledge what I knew, both as a parent of a neurodiverse additional needs child, and as a practicing trauma-informed psychologist.
No one could hear my voice.
I ceased to exist in a world where I thought my voice mattered.
Where I thought my voice, I, could make a difference.
Through my child's countless procedures and hospitalizations, I connected to those surrounding us, listening to others in pain, or seeing other children laying in hospital rooms next to hers, and in doing so, I connected to humanity's suffering in a way that was profound for me. The range of emotions I have experienced in this short period of time has been acute. Chronic on acute. My body has vicariously felt everything done to my daughter, and it's been heartbreaking.
I also witnessed indifference, a coldness, or perhaps on reflection, numbness. We all have a choice in how we cope with the world and what it offers us.
I reconnected to my faith in a way, perhaps befriending the possibility of death only truly can, and in it, I found that which I had always known, but fear had hidden from me. When the world shunned me, I turned inward. I connected to Divine love that allowed me to transcend fear—to not be consumed by it, but rather to sit beside it with compassion.
Through Divine love, I created safety for all my thoughts, memories, and experiences. In that safety, they found their voice. And I have found mine again.
Only love matters. Love that is pure, selfless, has no agenda, and in reality, is simply Divine. Love to self, not in a self-adoring grandiose manner, but rather in a compassionate way. To be able to forgive ourselves for the mistakes we have made. Love to others, to neighbour, that seeks nothing for yourself but offers genuine care and gratitude for their well-being. A gratitude and grace through which I feel, and see, life so differently. So indescribably deep, so insanely rich., no amount of money could buy it.
It's been nothing short of humbling.
My deepest wish for each of you in 2026:
May you find your voice. May you know your truth. May you understand that you are worthy of being heard, seen, and so much more.
You are connected to the Divine—we all are—and therein lies our common humanity, connected in pure love.
When systems fail us, when the world feels unforgiving, may you remember to turn inward.
You are connected to the Divine, we all are, and therein lies our common humanity, connected in pure love, to each other, and the world we all share.
I am you. You are me.
Praying for peace, good health and stability in the world around us all in 2026.