No one really knows. How much I suffered this year in silence. I met the saddest and most broken version of myself, and it took everything in me just to keep going. There were days when I almost gave up, days when I felt like I was losing myself. The people around me had no idea how many times I had to stand back up, wipe my own tears, and pretend I was fine just to get through the day. I still made it to this point. I’m still here, still trying, still learning, still fighting in my own quiet way. And honestly, I’m so proud of myself for surviving it all, even when it felt impossible.