We are not leaving ourselves behind this year. pt. I
New Year’s has always been a quiet kind of violence for plural systems. A threshold that asks us to decide who gets carried forward and who is left behind. This year, we’re refusing that ritual.
We keep telling ourselves it’s not real.
Some days we believe ourselves. Other days we convince ourselves we made it all up. This is what denial actually looks like inside a dissociative system when survival, family, work, and love are all on the line.
From inside the wreckage.
This is not a resilience story. It’s a refusal to let a collapsing world decide who gets to exist.