I’ve never given birthdays much attention. I’ve never liked to be the center of attention. I’ve struggled with on and off days with worse depression than other days. Panic attacks with and without reason throughout my life.
Today is my 25th birthday and as it slowly approached midnight I just started feeling sadder and sadder. Then come midnight, my boyfriend confused my birthday, today, with the 25th when we are going to get my tattoo done. He’s got a lot going on and I shouldn’t be upset, but on top of the sadness I already felt, I feel sad that he forgot.
Is what I’m feeling just a little birthday blues for my “quarter-life-crisis,” or am I just butthurt that he forgot it was today?