A letter to 2024
Dear 2024, I would like to thank you for being kind to me, but you weren't. At every turn, I got my hopes squashed. You threw my flaws and mistakes on my face every single day, slapping harder on each passing month. I looked around for my friends, only to find out I do not have that many. I found love, and even love was brutal. 2024 taught me so much about how love is work, and it is not easy, but it is worth it. 2024 wasn't kind to me, but no eye-opening moment in life is a kind moment. I can't count how many times 2024 brought me to my knees, make me dig red rivers on my body, or forced me down to rest. In 2024, I did not win. I end this year accepting defeat. I will go through the end of this year on my knees, begging for mercy. The thing is, every time life brought me down this year, I found a way to stand up. 2024 opened wounds, but I am diligently licking them. I am not many things, but I am a survivor. I don't thank this year or mos...