Hey guys, I miss writing with you all.
Merry Christmas—yes, very late, but still very real.
Honestly, I didn’t think this year would be kind to me. I was scared. Like genuinely scared. You know that Chinese deep stuff about luck and fate and how a year is supposed to ruin you? Yeah. According to that, this year was supposed to be worse.
And coming from 2024—bro—I was already traumatized. That year gave me depression, anxiety, and moments where I truly felt like I lost my mind. So when they said the next one would be worse, I just went, “Okay. Whatever it is.” I kept studying even when I wasn’t okay. I kept showing up even when I felt empty.
Did I lose friends? Yes.
Did one of those friendships give me trauma and somehow turn the table like I was the problem? Also yes.
Was I scared I’d still have to deal with her because of school? Yep.
We reconciled. Became friends again. Then—boom—not friends again.
And you know what? It’s okay.
Because in the middle of all that mess, I found a new set of friends. My girls. They healed me in ways they probably don’t even realize. They became my home, my shelter, my diary, my rant buddies. I promise to take good care of them because they took good care of me. I love my girls so much.
This year also gave me healing through family. My baby brother turned one, and somehow this tiny human helped fix parts of my heart I thought were permanently damaged. My siblings played a big role in my healing too. And thank You, Lord, for another year with my lola. Please give her more years so I can celebrate life with her longer.
And somehow, quietly, gently… this year healed an inner self in me that I didn’t think needed healing at all.
Sometimes being a weirdo sucks. But most of the time, I’m thankful I am one. Being weird means feeling deeply, surviving quietly, and finding light in places I didn’t expect.
I didn’t become magically okay.
But I became softer. Braver. More grounded.
And hey—plot twist—I’m on my last year in nursing.
Who would’ve thought? After everything, I’m still here. Please pray for me to graduate this April (huhuhu, badly needed).
So this is my late Christmas post.
Not perfect. Not magical. But healed. Softer. Still weird. Still standing.
Merry Christmas 🤍
And thank you, 2025… you were kinder than I expected.
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