The clock didn't explode with fireworks for everyone.For some of us, the New Year arrived softly—like a deep breath after a long storm.
I stood there, watching the last seconds fade, not wishing for perfection, not begging for miracles.Just hoping for peace.Just asking for strength.
This year taught me things I never asked to learn—how silence can be louder than words,how letting go hurts but staying hurts more,how I survived days I thought would break me.
At midnight, I didn't look back with regret.I looked back with respect.For the version of me who tried.Who failed.Who still stood up.
The New Year doesn't promise happiness.It offers a blank page.
And this time, I won't rush to fill it for others.I'll write slowly.Honestly.For myself.
Here's to new mornings that don't feel heavy.To growth that doesn't need to be loud.To becoming someone I'm proud of—quietly, steadily.
The year changed.And so did I.
Happy New Year.Not perfect.Just real. 🌙✨