Alone
Today is my 33rd birthday, and honestly, it hurts more than I expected.
As a 33-year-old woman, I never imagined I would feel this alone on a day that used to feel special.
A few years ago, I had friends, birthdays, plans, memories… but over time, I started realizing that many of those friendships weren’t genuine. I was always the one making efforts, remembering birthdays, organizing things, checking up on people, being there for them. But when it came to me, the energy was never the same.
After going through a difficult period alone and trying to rebuild my life, I slowly noticed that almost nobody stayed. And today made me realize it even more.
No calls. No messages. Not even from some family members.
Everyone forgot my birthday.
I’m not writing this for attention or pity. I just needed to say it somewhere because pretending it doesn’t hurt would be dishonest.
It hurts more than I can explain.