Birthdays depress me too. Sometimes I wish they could go by without being noticed. I try to be happy but always get down then feel bad for being down when my kids and my hubby are being so nice. It isn't about getting older. I don't care that I am getting older. I have not figured the depression out yet. Maybe next year I will put my finger on it...though something in the back of my mind is nagging on me saying that I figured it out this year but have forgotten.

Sometimes I have the fantasy that I have slit my wrists and am in the hospital and everyone is so worried about me. I used to wish that I would get really hurt or really sick so everyone would care and say nice things to me and take care of me. It all sounds so petty to say. Do you ever feel this way?
Carrie