Happy birthday
Ok, so I tried to make my birthday something to enjoy, I promise. I made plans for a drinks get together and even got the day off work. So what happened? My head. It seems that I just won’t let myself be happy. I decided that my birthday was an inconvenience, and something to get annoyed with. I do this at Christmas too, and I fear it’ll be the same when we renew our vows in August. I can’t begin to explain why I get this way, it’s one of the things I just can’t get my head round. You know the worst thing? I penalise those who care about me and my mental health. Did you make a fuss about my birthday? Well I best throw it in your face because that’s a reasonable way to deal with the attention. I’m sorry, but can I say that in person? What do you think. I also took a massive step though by organising drinks for my birthday. My confidence is fragile, so to put myself out there, where I can be shot down was a real positive. Until the old noggin steps up to undermine my fragile confiden...