12/29/2025
I don’t hate you, 2025.
But you were the most difficult year of my life.
You took so much.
You showed me how fast everything can change-
how one moment you’re standing
and the next you’re on your knees,
trying to figure out how the hell you got there.
You stripped me of the illusion that control was ever real.
You reminded me- brutally-
that no matter how capable, prepared, or strong I think I am…
I am not in charge.
And that broke something in me.
But here’s the part you didn’t expect:
even without control,
I learned I can trust myself.
You showed me moments where nothing moved
because nothing could.
Moments where survival looked like stillness.
Like breathing.
Like not falling apart one more inch than necessary.
So no - I don’t hate you.
But I won’t forgive you either.
You dragged me through s**t I wasn’t ready to face
and loss I didn’t consent to feel.
You left me with wounds that still haven’t closed
and breaks that haven’t fully settled.
You came to rip away the lie
that life is fair, predictable, or gentle.
You replaced it with the truth:
life is unpredictable, relentless, and brutally honest.
You didn’t rebuild me.
You didn’t save me.
You didn’t soften me.
You left me with no choice
but to rebuild myself.
And after the noise has faded,
after the year has finally loosened its grip-
I can say this:
I survived you.
Changed. Scarred.
Still standing.
And whatever comes next i still won't understand or be ready for. Im broken,im empty you have destroyed me 2025 I will never forgive you!!
That’s not forgiveness.
That’s truth.
And I’ll carry it with me into the new year.
