Today is officially my birthday now. For those of you who read my journal from earlier in the month, you know this particular event has had me feeling depressed lately. As I figured, I’m doing stuff that will keep me from really celebrating my birthday with any friends and family. I know I can do it when I get back, but having had to do that for the last 14 birthdays really detracts from the whole significance of the day. It may sound silly, but the actual day itself has almost become a reoccuring ‘broken promise’ to myself. Next year will be the same thing; me missing it. I can’t say why exactly, justthat I’ll be doing the same thing I am now on this birthday.

Normally, I don’t look at this day with such a depressing outlook. This is just something that’s happened recently. I’ll likely move on past this in a few days and be back to normal more or less. Right ‘now’ though lost all the joy associated with the moment.

If anyone has any coping mechanisms formatuff like this, I’m all ears.