I tried to not let my feelings get hurt.
I tried to at least care about my birthday or acknowledge that it’s my birthday.
It didn’t feel like my birthday because I wasn’t happy.
But, that’s the thing about depression. It doesn’t care if it’s a special event, if something good is happening to you. It will mess with you. EVEN ON YOUR BIRTHDAY.
I hate this. I hate this so much.
I don’t think I was at least 10% happy today.
This is the 2nd time in 5 years that I’ve cried at the end of my birthday.
You won depression. I’m tired of fighting you.