If 2025 broke you open.🖤 Some years don't just test you - they unmake you. You start with hope, plans, and light in your eyes. and somewhere along the way, life takes pieces you thought were safe. People drift. Certainty disappears. You wake up every day trying to find the strength to say "''m okay," even when it feels like a lie that's grown tired on your tongue. Maybe this year didn't look like healing - maybe it looked like surviving. But survival is a form of strength too. Maybe you didn't move mountains, but you learned how to stand when the ground kept shifting. Maybe you became quieter, gentler, more aware of what really matters. Not every season is meant to bloom - some just teach us how to breathe again. So if this year felt heavy, give yourself credit for still being here. For still showing up, even when you had every reason not to. The truth is, nothing stays the same forever. Seasons change - not when we're ready, but when they're meant to. Maybe the next chapter won't fix everything, but it might bring softer days. It might bring peace that doesn't need explanation. You deserve that - peace that stays. Maybe the rest of this year isn't about rebuilding. Maybe it's about resting. About remembering who you are beneath the weight. About finally catching your breath.