Dear 2025, I can’t say I’ll miss you. I’ll remember losing our house, losing our Theo, and losing my mental health. I’ll remember crying more than laughing, learning that both Hammy and Fiona have hip dysplasia and that Nori has osteoarthritis. I’ll remember sleeping on a couch for half the year, using alcohol as a coping mechanism, and watching my home flood. And then... sitting here during the last two days of the year... somehow... everything just feels... fine? Because... maybe... Losing a house showed me that “home” is wherever I am with Sarah and my pets. Learning that Hammy, Fiona, and Nori have degenerative joint issues showed me that they were brought to me because I’m capable of giving them the best possible care. Losing Theo showed me that Sarah and I, once again, are able to overcome unimaginable emotional hurdles together. Exercise showed me that I can put the bottle down and process my emotions differently. Sleeping on a couch for half the year showed me that family wi...