Today Is My Birthday, But I’m Feeling a Little Forgotten

Today is my birthday — a day that’s supposed to feel a little brighter, a little more special than the rest. I didn’t expect a grand celebration or an outpouring of gifts, just a simple message, a kind word, a reminder that someone remembered me today. But so far, the hours have passed quietly, and the silence feels a bit louder than usual.

I sat for a while this morning, quietly hopeful that someone — anyone — might reach out. A familiar name lighting up my phone, a short message, even just two words: “Happy Birthday.” But none came. And it’s hard not to feel a little hurt when the world goes on as if today is just another ordinary day.

I know people are busy, I know they don’t forget out of malice. But when no one says anything, it’s easy to start questioning your place in their lives — to wonder if you matter as much to others as they do to you. It’s a lonely feeling, and it’s heavier than I’d like to admit.

Still, I’m trying not to let the sadness take over. Because even if no one remembered, I remember. I remember the things I’ve overcome this past year, the quiet battles I fought and the strength I found when I had no choice but to keep going. I remember the small victories no one else saw, and the moments of growth that changed me.

This day is still meaningful — not because others celebrate me, but because I choose to honor myself. I made it through another year. I’m still standing, still trying, still hoping. And maybe, that’s enough.

So here’s to me — to resilience, to self-love, and to the quiet courage it takes to keep believing that I’m worth remembering. Even if no one else says it, I will say it for myself: Happy Birthday. I’m here, I matter, and I’m proud of how far I’ve come.