It’s my birthday today which I know I should be excited for. However, 11 years ago on my birthday my father went into a hospice. It was only meant to be temporary respite but within two weeks he’d died.
I struggle with my mental health and am now taking medication to try and help but every year I absolutely dread my birthday because it reminds me of that time. I don’t know how to move forward from this feeling.
I have two children and I made sure that my husband didn’t book going away on my actual birthday as I wanted to be there in the morning and when they got home from school. I need that closeness but not sure I’ll ever get that closure.
I hate when people ask if I’m excited for my birthday because the real answer is ‘no’. Will this memory always overwhelm me on this day?