On my birthday this year I was delivered a different type of present…
A present that feels like a punishment and freedom all rolled into one. The worst part is as I write this that voice in my head is telling me my words don’t matter and maybe it wasn’t that bad.
I don’t want to get into the specifics, not for protection but for peace.
I am a 0° Leo Moon with childhood trauma.
My birthday was made to be about a certain someone — think “grand gesture” of boomer love. Now, when I say boomer I don’t mean the generation. I am referring to the mentality to be entitled to another person’s time, moments, love, energy with zero regard for their wants/needs. To believe that children are possessions and not their own people who grow up. This all coupled with the incapability to see me as the age I am and purchasing me gifts for a teenager. To be so utterly unseen by someone who should arguably be one of the people to clearly see you is something else.
I wish what the mainstream media knew that no one asks for this. I have tried and as a chronically ill person I can’t any longer. 💔










