2024 Was Supposed to Be Good

 

I went into 2024 hoping for something better. I thought maybe this would be the year things felt lighter, that I’d feel more seen, more understood. Instead, it turned into the worst year of my life.

People I was close to got sick. Some of them passed away. It was hard to process, and even harder to talk about. I didn’t know how to carry that kind of grief, especially while everything else kept moving like nothing had changed.

Then my best friends left the school. No warning, no proper goodbye. Just gone. The people who made things feel okay weren’t there anymore, and suddenly everything felt different — colder, quieter, harder.

I cried myself to sleep a lot. I stopped sharing because I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling. I waited for the year to end, hoping the next one would be softer. I didn’t grow or glow or heal. I just survived.

And right now, that’s all I can say. I’m still here. That has to count for something.