My birthday is Wednesday. I’ll be 56 years old. I’ve tried therapy and other means to overcome the adoption pain I feel around my birthday and the depression I fall into. It’s already started. I should be happy that I was born right? I get so tired of this. I’d like to be free of every emotion tied to my adoption. I have a wonderful life now and a bright future.

I’ve got lots of great things coming up. Mainly, my only child’s wedding. Yesterday was her 24th birthday. I was happy about that and proud of the woman she has become.

I’ve got great birthday plans lined up with family and friends. I’m going to try to kick these blues to the curb.

I hope everybody has a peaceful day.