It’s my birthday in 2 days. I’m not much of a birthday person at all, no big fuss, but this year I feel so fucking depressed.
I have my 2 DDs (8&13) for the day and they are so very excited and will be looking forward to making me breakfast in bed and giving me their gifts, which is lovely. But I just can’t shake feeling low and zapped of energy.
It’s going to be raining so the day out I had half planned is off the cards. I just can’t be bothered to do anything to celebrate. Not sure what I want from this post… Maybe just to write it down. This will be one of the last firsts I have to go through, so I think part of me just wants it to be over while the other part of me just wants to enjoy myself with my gorgeous girls. I know they deserve to have me happy and enjoying my day with them after all they have been through. I just feel like I’m sinking with this grey cloud over my head.