Author: Liana Cross

Date: April 26, 2025

I’m trying really hard to be more positive about this year. It’s crazy to think that already 1.5 months of 2025 have passed — and sure, I spent Valentine’s Day alone (again), but honestly, the year is still young. There’s still so much space left for change, for magic, for something to finally go right.

Maybe this will finally be the year. The year I get everything I’ve ever dreamed of, the year life starts to look the way it always has in my mind when I dared to be hopeful. Maybe this will be the year I live out the life my 13-year-old self used to daydream about when things felt impossible.

I imagine standing at the end of this year, looking back, and seeing a completely different person — someone stronger, someone happier, someone who kept going even when it was easier to give up. Someone that would absolutely blow younger me’s mind.

All I can do right now is hope. And hope is a funny thing. It can feel fragile and ridiculous some days, but on others, it’s the one thing that keeps the door open, just enough, for a little bit of light to sneak in.