Day 1 of Year 27.

I tried.

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.


(unHappy birthday)

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