Wild

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been more miserable going into a birthday. It has nothing to do with the age, but everything to do with the fact that I am beyond burnt out and that I feel very abandoned by my family right now. They seem to care about ‘doing something’ for my birthday, which is great. But their lack of support elsewhere has me incapable of even beginning to arrange anything ‘to do’ for my birthday. I can barely function, let alone make plans with a bunch of people to do things I love to do. I don’t love to do anything right now. I don’t have the capacity to experience even the idea. A big part of me wishes it were just another day, because then I wouldn’t feel like I’m letting myself down on yet another birthday. Or like no one cares enough to create something wonderful with me for my birthday.

God, guide me, please. Keep my husband and my daughter and me safe and well and together. Thank you for our home. Help me to make it the home I long for it to be. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2026