In just over two weeks, I will turn 30.
Let me be clear: I am excited as all get-out to be 30! Every decade that passes is better than the last, so there's no fear there.
One of the reasons I'm so excited to turn 30 is that I often wondered if I would survive long enough to get there. It's been touch-and-go at times, especially with my last depressive episode (almost 2 months of suicidal depression that finally appears to be lifting).
Naturally, I want to celebrate the hell out of this birthday. It's a big one on lots of levels. I sent out "Joi Survived to 30!" party invites to over 30 friends, and...have 5 attendees. Including one who may have to back out.
Not helping is the fact that my best friend just moved to fucking HOUSTON on short notice (after not bothering to drive 20 minutes to see me, EVER, after I lost my car. Not that I'm upset about that...)
So. Yeah. I can't help but feel like nobody actually cares that I made it to 30. This is compounded by previously mentioned depressive episode, which is lifting, but still affecting my perception of things.
Ever since I was a kid, I've had trouble getting people to come to events I plan. They seem to cancel at unusually high rates, leading me to wonder if it's just something about me that drives them away.
Right now, I'm very discouraged. Surely there are more than 5 people in my life who are happy I managed to survive? (It's also likely, since I never really talk to anyone about how bad my depression gets, that they don't understand that I'm not kidding about SURVIVING til 30.) I know I should be grateful to those who do show up, but...I wanted a big party...
Am I in the wrong for being upset about this?
Let me be clear: I am excited as all get-out to be 30! Every decade that passes is better than the last, so there's no fear there.
One of the reasons I'm so excited to turn 30 is that I often wondered if I would survive long enough to get there. It's been touch-and-go at times, especially with my last depressive episode (almost 2 months of suicidal depression that finally appears to be lifting).
Naturally, I want to celebrate the hell out of this birthday. It's a big one on lots of levels. I sent out "Joi Survived to 30!" party invites to over 30 friends, and...have 5 attendees. Including one who may have to back out.
Not helping is the fact that my best friend just moved to fucking HOUSTON on short notice (after not bothering to drive 20 minutes to see me, EVER, after I lost my car. Not that I'm upset about that...)
So. Yeah. I can't help but feel like nobody actually cares that I made it to 30. This is compounded by previously mentioned depressive episode, which is lifting, but still affecting my perception of things.
Ever since I was a kid, I've had trouble getting people to come to events I plan. They seem to cancel at unusually high rates, leading me to wonder if it's just something about me that drives them away.
Right now, I'm very discouraged. Surely there are more than 5 people in my life who are happy I managed to survive? (It's also likely, since I never really talk to anyone about how bad my depression gets, that they don't understand that I'm not kidding about SURVIVING til 30.) I know I should be grateful to those who do show up, but...I wanted a big party...
Am I in the wrong for being upset about this?
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