Today is my birthday.
A day that should feel warm, joyful, full of laughter —
yet somehow, the silence feels louder than any celebration could have been. 😢

There are no messages lighting up my phone,
no familiar voices calling my name,
no soft “happy birthday” whispered with love.
Just the quiet, sitting with me like an old companion.

I know I’m not like everyone else.
My journey looks different, my heart has its scars,
and sometimes I feel like the world passes by without noticing me at all.
But even so… I’m still human.
I still crave tenderness — a kind word, a gentle gesture,
some small reminder that I’m seen, that I’m valued, that I matter. 💖

Birthdays are supposed to remind us we’re loved.
But today, it reminds me of how easily one can feel invisible.

Still… in the middle of all this quiet,
I hold onto a little hope —
hope that somewhere, somehow, love will find me too.
Hope that warmth will reach me, even in the softest, simplest form. 🌿

So here’s to another year:
to healing,
to softness,
to believing that I, too, deserve kindness —
not just from others, but from myself.

If you’re reading this…
send a little light my way.
Even the smallest kindness can mean more than you know.