Today's my birthday. I'm not happy, I'm not sad. It really feels like just another day. I've gotten calls and emails from a few loved ones. At work people couldn't care less...

I guess it's good that I wasn't allowed to celebrate birthdays when I was growing up. Birthdays like today could have been devastating if I was used to it being a big deal...

I've had worse birthdays. My 27th was a very depressing one. I just got drunk and slept outside. Good I didn't get mugged.

The thing is that although there are people who care about me, none are close. There isn't a lot of human contact, so today is just another day.

I am grateful that I have made it this far in life; many others have decided to end it all, many have failed in their attempts. Me, I know that I love being alive regardless of the scum bags that I grew up with, the ones that abused me physically, emotionally, sexually and verbally. They are all gone, and those that are still in contact with me know exactly what/how I feel about them. They won't dare confronting me now.

Anyway, I think that the best birthday gift I can give to myself is to keep my commitment to self-care, self-love, and giving and getting support to/from those that have been through similar situations. I guess that really makes it a great birthday.