Oh Hey! It’s Alyssa #26: Triple Leo (Triple Tender)

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  14. I’ve almost never been able to successfully explain to people that when I say I hate my birthday, I’m not being coy or fishing for simpathy. I honestly have trouble making it through the day, and showing up with a cake and singing at me is the opposite of helpful. It is a reminder of how each year, the ratio of painful years to happy years grows in the wrong direction. It’s a reminder of how too few/many the doctors say I have left. It shows off how many “normal” milestones I have missed, and how many of my friends have outgrown me because of that. It brings up questions: I am proud or disappointed of the fact that I have survived another year as my body actively attempts to keep me alive through some things that it’s simply not fair to survive. Every year I put on a brave face and make a goal to cry less than I did the year before. That said, I think next year a pantsless dance party is in order… although naked legs on wheelchair seats are kinda gross. It’s going to happen.

    Thanks for letting me know that I am not alone in having issues with something that seems so trivially fun. Well done in making it another year. I, for one, am ecstatic that you are still here (for entirely selfish reasons of course).

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  15. Happy Birthday Alyssa! I turned 30 this year and it left me surprisingly invigorated.

    When I was 22 my mother told me that her 20s were the worst years of her life and that it wasn’t until she turned 30 that “the LORD restored the years that the locust had eaten” (a very confusing choice of biblical omen for someone at the beginning of their supposed locust years). She wasn’t all that far off with her predictions, but this new decade is building me up like none other!

    Wishing you all of the best and none of the locust <3

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