It took me so long to write about 2025. I usually write on New Year’s Eve about how the whole year had been. But 2025 was a bit heavy… I just couldn’t. 🥲 Every time I tried, the words felt like stones. Not soft. Not flowy. Just… heavy. Image via Pixabay 2025 started quietly. Too quietly. 👀 My writing gigs dried up. You know that slow panic when emails stop coming in? When you keep refreshing your inbox like it owes you money? 😠That was me. I told myself it was just January. Then February said, “Relax.” March said, “Be patient.” April said, “Sis… we need a meeting.” The gigs weren’t just slow. They disappeared. Clients ghosted. Projects paused. Budgets “shifted.” Suddenly I had a lot of time. Too much time. And time without money? Very loud. 💀 Read Also: Life is About Knowing the Truth Celebrate Your Small Wins I Endured an Emotionally Abusive Relationship Because of Low Self Esteem I remember sitting at my desk one afternoon. Laptop open. ...