I don’t harbor resentment toward you, 2022, 2023, and 2024, yet it’s undeniable that you were years fraught with challenges, transformation, and profound learning. You unveiled the swift tides of change and underscored the vital need for self-reliance. Above all, you clarified that my well-being—physical, emotional, and mental—is of utmost importance. You demonstrated that not every query requires a swift resolution and that endings don’t always equate to losses. You revealed that moments of stillness are not markers of stagnation; rather, they are life’s way of making space for the new and the unforeseen.
Thus, while I don’t despise you, forgiveness hasn’t yet found its place in my heart. You compelled me to face uncomfortable truths and grapple with losses for which I was ill-prepared. The wounds you left are still healing, the breaks within me not yet settled into a form I can fully grasp. The light at the end of the tunnel isn’t visible yet, but maybe that’s the lesson you intended to impart. Your role wasn’t to mend or redeem me; it was to strip away the facade that life is anything but volatile, unforgiving, and brutally candid. You dismantled the illusions, leaving me with the autonomy to reconstruct myself.
Thank you for these years—they were tough but transformative. They pushed me beyond my comfort zone, forced me to grow in ways I never anticipated, and taught me resilience in the face of uncertainty. These years have shaped me into a stronger, more self-aware individual, better equipped to face whatever comes next with a heart ready to learn and a spirit ready to adapt. Though not easy, these experiences were undeniably essential for my journey.