Dear Moi,
The calendar flipped, and with it came a wave of dread. It feels like I'm living in a pressure cooker, where every aspect of my life is simmering on high.
The weight of unpaid bills and looming mortgages keeps me awake at night, each number a cruel reminder of my financial instability. My heart aches with the bittersweet taste of fleeting moments with my ex, a toxic dance I know I need to stop. He is with someone else, and I am destroying my own peace.
My body is a battlefield. The extra weight, the growing lipoma, and the years of neglected health are a testament to my self-neglect. I long for the energy and vitality I once had, a distant memory I desperately want to reclaim.
The academic path to 2027 feels like a mountain I'm ill-equipped to climb. The fear of adding more subjects is a constant shadow. I dream of summer courses, CLEP, ATAP, and Corporate Law, but the financial reality feels insurmountable.
Professionally, a glimmer of hope shines through the directorship vacancy. After years of being overlooked, this feels like my chance. The support of my colleagues is a lifeline, but the fear of another disappointment is a heavy burden.
My advocacy work, my passion, is also under siege. The credit cooperative's digital transformation and the ethics board's legal battles are draining. I feel the weight of responsibility, even though the legal issues are beyond our control.
The first quarter of 2025 is fading into memory. I pray for a second quarter filled with grace and financial relief. Mom's unwavering support is a blessing, but I yearn for the day I can stand on my own.
This is more than just a list of problems; it's a plea for change. I need to rewrite my story, to close the unfinished chapters and begin anew. I need to find my strength, my resilience, and my hope.
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