New year, promises and other things

The year is still 16 hours from ending (for me), but I still feel like writing something to finish it off.

I can't believe I survived the hell this year was for my mental health. It was truly difficult – filled with death, disappointment, traumas, breakdowns, and so much more. Today, I'm grateful to be alive. Despite the many hardships I faced, I believe they've made me a better person than I was in January. I've started working out to improve my self-esteem and health. Moreover, I'm striving to be better for the person I love most on this floating rock.

People often make grand plans for the coming year, yet those plans often fade away. I've never seen much purpose in that, and I still don't. However, there are two things I desire for the next year: to avoid suffering from traumas and to secure a job that will allow me to be with my loved one indefinitely. I struggle to do things solely for myself, so having this objective – my loved one – gives me purpose. I question many of my feelings, but the love I feel for her is the purest imaginable. I hope she feels the same, and it's not merely false promises from her. If she reads this and feels sad, that's okay. I love her just the same.

I've probably overlooked many things, and I'm not great at writing lengthy texts, but I've tried my best.

Happy New Year, everyone. I hope 2024 will be a good year for all of you.