I didn’t celebrate today. With everything that has happened I didn’t feel much like celebrating my birthday. Part of me wants to go back to being in my early 20s, when I was more carefree. This year has truly broken my spirit and I am really wishing for my 29th year on this planet to be filled with more positivity and happiness. I am so tired and I am desperately hoping to be happy in the near future.
I feel very grateful for the few great friends I have. The people in your life matter and really do make a difference.
My Lipedema surgery is on Monday and I am kind of nervous but mostly, I feel empty. I cried a couple of times today – not because it’s my birthday and you are supposed to cry on your birthday – but because of my late cat Joey. I miss him every day. Some days are easier and I forget about it, and then it gets worse again. It’s been over a month now, I think, hopefully the pain will decrease after some more time has passed.
