Dear Diary,

We are coming up on the end of this year. 2025 has been a rough one. It should be titled LOSS; job loss, insurance loss, health loss, friendship loss, sanity loss.

But as always you just trudge on. It's not possible to really ever stop is it? Life still must life. No one ever really gets to pull the covers over their head and vanish, letting everyone else pick up the pieces, right? Right?

I will admit things have gotten better with somethings the past few months. Job wise, insurance wise, health wise. The friendship that was a 23 year investment has apparently run it's course for good. It's hard because this person was in my life every day for so long; as well as their kids. Letting go is a hard for anything but when it comes to this, I'm not sure I even begun the process.

But I guess as the saying goes, new year, new me. Insert eye roll. I'm sure I will be able to change somethings and others I'm sure I'll just stop caring to do anything about. Either way changes will happen. That's inevitable. Things always change whether we want them to or not.

The Writings of My LIfe's Dear Diary