During this time of year when many are reflecting on renewal, I’ve been thinking a lot about the struggles I faced—the kind that left me feeling like I was barely keeping my head above water. There were moments when it seemed like all I did was survive, like I hadn’t achieved anything at all. But looking back, I realize now that survival was the achievement. And somewhere in the mess of it all, I found something unexpected: gratitude.

This year, I learned that not everyone who smiles at you has your best interests at heart. Someone I trusted deeply, someone I considered a friend, showed me a side of themselves I never expected. The hurt was sharp, the kind that lingers. But in that pain, I learned something important—boundaries aren’t just necessary; they’re a form of self-respect. And the people who stand by you when things get hard? Those are the ones worth keeping close.

If betrayal wasn’t enough, my body decided to join the battle. There were days when just getting out of bed felt like a victory, nights when I wondered if I’d ever feel normal again. But those struggles forced me to see the small things I’d taken for granted—like a pain-free morning or the energy to enjoy a quiet moment. It’s funny how suffering can make you appreciate the simplest blessings.

Somehow, in the middle of all this, I started noticing the good—the way my family showed up for me without hesitation, the friends who checked in even when I had nothing to give in return. I realized gratitude isn’t about ignoring the hard stuff; it’s about holding space for both the pain and the love. Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be worth living.

Now, I’m choosing to focus on what matters: the people who make life brighter, the moments that feel like small miracles, and the courage to let go of what no longer serves me. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know this—I’m stronger than I thought, and there’s always something to be thankful for.

If you’re reading this and you’ve been through your own battles, I hope you remember: survival is enough. Healing isn’t linear, and it’s okay to take things one day at a time. You’re still here, still breathing, and that’s worth celebrating.

What’s one thing your struggles have taught you? I’d love to know. 💛