I want to breathe again, smile again, and actually enjoy the life I keep fighting for. Because this year, I cried. Not a little I cried the kind of tears that change you. The kind that make you grow up faster than you wanted the kind that make you realize how much you've been carrying in silence. But I'm done letting pain write my story. In 2026, I want peace that feels like home, moments that make my heart feel light, and people who don't confuse my softness with weakness. I'm choosing myself this time. Because I deserve a year that doesn't hurt to remember.