30/12/2025
2025 was a hard year.
I fought many silent battles,
wiped my own tears,
and somehow… I survived.
There were days when no one knew how heavy my heart felt.
Days when I smiled for the world
and cried only in the quiet.
Moments when getting through the day
was the bravest thing I did.
Like this small, quiet scene,
there wasn’t much noise—
just patience, waiting,
and hope sitting beside me on a cold log.
No applause. No celebration.
Just the soft courage of staying.
I learned that strength doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes it whispers,
“Just one more step.”
Sometimes it looks like wiping your own tears
and choosing to breathe anyway.
I didn’t win every battle.
But I didn’t give up either.
And that counts for more than anyone will ever know.
So now, standing at the edge of a new year,
I’m not asking for miracles.
I’m not asking for perfection.
Please, 2026…
be kinder.
Be gentler.
Bring quieter nights and warmer mornings.
Let healing come slowly,
let joy return softly,
and let rest finally find me.
I’ve carried enough.
I’ve proven my strength.
Now, I just want peace. 🤍✨
