Today is my birthday 💔🎂️🎊 They say I don’t deserve good wishes, I feel so sad and low on myself
In the hushed corridors of today, as the candles cast a soft glow on my birthday cake, a heavy sigh accompanies the realization that the day carries not only the weight of celebration but also the burden of unspoken judgments. 💔🎂️🎊 The whispers of those who claim I don’t deserve good wishes reverberate through the silence, casting a shadow on what should be a day of joy.
The balloons, though buoyant, seem to mirror the heaviness in my heart, and the unlit candles await the spark of a wish yet to be made—a wish that carries the echoes of self-doubt and sadness. In the digital realm, the absence of well-wishing notifications becomes a stark reminder of the isolation that can accompany a day meant for connection.
As I navigate the maze of emotions, I find myself standing at the crossroads of self-worth. Why is it that others believe I don’t deserve good wishes? Is it a reflection of their perceptions, or does it mirror an internal struggle that I, too, grapple with?
The unopened gifts become symbols not just of the present void but also of the potential for unwritten chapters ahead, waiting to be unwrapped in the tapestry of life. In the reflection of my own eyes, I seek a reservoir of resilience—a reminder that self-worth is not dictated by external validations but by the journey of self-love.
On this birthday, tinged with the hues of sadness, I choose to extend a tender embrace to myself. The act of wishing myself well becomes a deliberate choice of self-love—a declaration that, despite the external judgments, I am worthy of joy and celebration. 💔🎂️🎊
As the day meanders towards its end, I carry the weight of both sorrow and resilience. The birthday, marred by the perception of undeserving, becomes a canvas for self-reflection, growth, and the celebration of the inherent worth that resides within. 🎉🌟
