Soon it will be my birthday, a day of celebration and appreciation of my existence, my one special day of the year…

…or not.

Along with my birthday is the 5-year anniversary of my dad’s suicide . When I was talking to my mom, she couldn’t even remember my birthday was coming, all she could think about was my dad’s suicide .

Kind of makes me feel sad that my birthday, supposedly my special day of the year, will forever be marred by my dad’s suicide. People won’t remember my birthday, only his death .

Makes me feel loved and important (no, it doesn't).

No response is necessary. Just felt like expressing this.