A Letter to 2025
With only two days left in the year, here I am writing a letter to 2025, a quiet appreciation of everything it was and everything it taught. Thank you for being the anonymous teacher of my life. Your lessons were gruelling. They demanded repetition, patience, and strength I didn’t know I possessed. But in the end, I passed. Not perfectly, but honestly. Thank you for removing fears from my heart, even when it hurt, as I needed to face them. Thank you for delaying the things I cried for, for withholding what I thought I needed, because perhaps better outcomes are still waiting. And thank you, above all, for allowing me to step into 2026 a little worn, a little wiser, and far more prepared than before. 2025 was a year of new beginnings tangled with gruesome hardships. A year filled with more lows than highs, at least according to what our screens showed us. Instagram painted it as a year of collective sadness, unexpected losses, heartbreaks, sudden mishaps, and unimaginable twists and tur...