Goodbye 2024, you sucked

This year I’ve lost so much, and I’ve fallen so many times that I’m not even sure what keeps me going. But still, thank you, 2024. After years of heartbreak and endless treatments, I finally got pregnant. For the first time in so long, I really felt happiness. And screw you, 2024. Three months later, it all ended. The dream I’ve carried for years slipped away from my body, leaving me with nothing but the same emptiness. Back to point zero.

And here I am, facing 2025. Trying to make bad choices for the right reasons. I’ve already sold part of what I had to pay for one treatment, and now I have just a little more left. Should I sell my small bag of ETH to cover half the cost of another treatment? If I wait a few more months, maybe ETH will rise, and I’ll have enough to pay for the whole treatment. But what if it doesn’t? Will I do the right thing? To chase a dream that no amount of money can guarantee, but money is what it takes to even try. Will I finally hold my baby, only to find myself with nothing left, including money? Will I lose everything in the process? The thing is…I’ve already spent too much. And for what?

I don’t know. But I feel that I can’t stop because the clock is ticking. Because this dream, this tiny glimmer of a future, and the memories of that happiness I felt, are worth more than this limbo I’m in. Thank you ethereum community, it was nice to hold.