What I’m Leaving Behind in 2025 — Lessons, Endings, and Quiet Reclamations

This year, I learned—painfully, beautifully—that healing isn’t a glow-up. It’s a series of thresholds. It’s standing in your own ashes with your hands open, waiting for the next ember of yourself to spark. It’s letting old versions of you dissolve so your truer shape has space to rise.