this year i met the saddest version of myself. i lost my spark. and i almost lost myself. there were days when i felt empty and far from the happy person i used to be. but still, i kept showing up for everyone. i acted like everything was fine because i didn't want anyone to worry, and honestly, that made everything feel heavier. but even through all of that, i'm still here, trying to pick myself up piece by piece. i'm learning that it's okay to fall apart sometimes, and to feel lost for a little while. because what matters is i'm slowly finding my way back.