I survived things this year that never made it into conversation. Moments that lived only in my chest. Fear I swallowed. Questions I answered alone. I kept showing up while my world felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I carried pain I didn't have language for. I stayed silent while people filled that silence with assumptions and half-truths. I watched connections fade without getting the chance to explain myself. There were days I felt invisible in my own life-misunderstood, disappointed, exhausted- still forcing myself to stand when everything inside me wanted to collapse. This year asked more of me than I thought I had. It broke parts of me open I didn't know existed. And even though it cost me more than anyone will ever see, I’m still here. Grateful I endured. Grateful I survived. And deeply grateful that this chapter is finally closing.