Today is my birthday.
Twenty-five years of breathing, surviving, hurting, hoping…
And somehow, the silence around me feels louder than ever. 😢

No buzzing phone.
No excited knocks on the door.
No “happy birthday” whispered with warmth.

Just me — sitting with my thoughts, holding onto a heart that still knows how to feel, even when the world forgets it exists.

I know I’m not like everyone else.
My appearance, my struggles, my path… they’ve never fit the usual mold.
But even so, my heart still aches for the same things every human longs for:
a gentle word, a soft touch, a little love, a little warmth. 💖

Turning 25 should feel special — a milestone full of joy and celebration.
But instead, it feels like a quiet reminder of how invisible I can be.
And yet… a small part of me still hopes.
Hopes that kindness can find me.
Hopes that love hasn’t forgotten my name.
Hopes that today, even in the simplest way, someone might see me. 🌿

So here’s to my heart — fragile but still beating, lonely but still open.
Here’s to another year of learning, healing, and believing that I, too, deserve light.

And if you’re reading this…
send a little love my way.
Even a few gentle words can mean more than you could ever imagine. 💛