Dear December, I don't know what you'll bring me, but | know what I'm asking for: peace, healing, nights that don't feel so endless, mornings that don't start with the weight of everything I've lost. I want laughter that doesn't feel borrowed, hope that doesn't feel fragile, and love that doesnt feel like a wound. Be the month that teaches me how to let go of the hurt I've been carrying. Please, December, I am ready for you.