Today is my birthday. A day that’s supposed to be special, filled with good wishes and gestures of love from those around me. However, once again, this day has gone unnoticed. No one remembered, no one said a word, not even a simple “happy birthday.”

It’s strange how a date that holds so much meaning to me can be completely insignificant to others. I wonder if I’m being overly sensitive or if I’m truly becoming invisible to those I consider important in my life.

It’s not about the gifts or the parties, but the simple gesture, the thought that someone would take a moment to think of me. Maybe I shouldn’t expect so much from others, but I can’t help feeling a twinge of sadness.

Despite it all, I try not to let this affect me too much. I’m learning to value myself and celebrate my life, even if it’s just with me. Today, I’ll gift myself a moment of peace, something that brings me joy, because if I don’t do it for myself, who else will?