2025 indeed is a year of becoming. I had breakthroughs and breakdowns, my highest of highs and lowest of lows, but one thing is for sure—I made it here.
Maybe what set the tone of my year was that before 2024 ended, I conditioned my mind that I would be and would do better in 2025. In January, I was able to consult with a psychologist and took the necessary tests. By February, the results were released, and by March, formal therapy sessions started. By June, our intensive review began; I took the BLEPP in September, I saw my name on the list of passers in October, and I finally took my oath and formally became a Registered Psychometrician, and got my license in November.
Of course, it’s not all about happiness and wins. In July, I had to consult a psychiatrist due to frequent panic attacks and was, yet again, prescribed medication. This year sure has taught me a lot. It made me realize many things. I had to learn, unlearn, and relearn.
The hobbies and interests I once abandoned made me feel alive again. I finished two books and can write poems again. In fact, I made two compilations of my poems this year. I finished watching a lot of movies and two series (some I rewatched multiple times whenever I needed a good cry). I also started new ones, like playing badminton, drawing, and playing the ukulele. And now I enjoy solitude.
As much as we want to feel only joy, life wouldn’t allow it. My takeaway from my last therapy session is that we have to accept both polarities—one cannot exist without the other. There will always be discomfort because not everything will go the way we want it to, and we have to accept that.
But this pain would't be forevermore. 🍁
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