It was my birthday yesterday! I have officially entered into the last year of my thirties. That’s right, I know you are so very shocked that someone with such vibrancy and plump, youthful skin is thirty-nine, but, yes, it’s true. hehe
Birthdays are supposed to be fun and exciting and celebratory and whatever else, and I wish I could say that I agreed with the sentiment. Unfortunately, I spend most of the day on my birthday trying not to disassociate. That’s right. I’ve come to understand that my birthday triggers my CPTSD.