Each year my birthday gets more and more depression. It has nothing to do with getting older. I was raised in a family that put a TON of hype into the celebration of birthdays. Almost every year, an elaborate party or get together would take place at home or somewhere else. For years and years, I became so accustomed to getting a lot of praise and presents on my birthday that it just seemed so natural. But lately, all that is quickly faded away. I don't at all feel as loved or cared for as I once did. But that's the illusion because I was raised to judge how someone cared for me based on the birthday. The elaborate it was, the more I thought they gave a crap. Just as the illusion of Santa and other childhood figures have faded away, the birthday hope has not begun to finally move to be laid to rest. My daughter's birthday is in February, which is VERY close post-Christmas. Other than throwing a really great first birthday, I've tried not to put so much focus into the party and the amount of presents. Instead, I've tried to other momentous things to celebrate her birthday. I don't want to grow up and experience the same disappointment and sadness as I do now about my birthday. Also, did I mention having married someone who was raised in a very non-birthday home? As I try to rally my husband on those specific times of year, he's completely fine with doing nothing but extending the wish of the Happy Birthday. It completely boggles my mind. I realize that this post is bordering on a bit selfish and whiny, but honestly, if you have ever felt this way. How did you get over it? I know I should be focusing on my daughter and the other little things in life.
So here's my call-to-action for my readers (the one or maybe two of you :) ) How do I get over myself and move on?