Anyone else get the birthday blues?

[Anonymous]

And not in the sense of “no one did anything for me,” but in the sense of feeling regret for all the things you did not do or accomplish over the year?

Every year I get it, feel incredibly cranky, and definitely don’t want to do anything to “celebrate.”

[Anonymous]

(Op here) and I’ll say the only thing that is making me feel better is cleaning out my pantry and closets.

[Anonymous]

I do as an adult (mid-40’s).
I loved my birthday growing up, but I think I get the blues now because there’s nobody still alive that was present at my birth (parents, etc).
So in an effort to make it less blue, I tell my children the stories my mother used to tell me, and try to treat myself to something nice.
Welcome to adulthood, OP! I think we make our own happiness. ❤️

[Anonymous]

Yes, I have for pretty much my entire life. For many decades I have chosen to not celebrate it, to just let it go by unacknowledged. But the past few years, this attitude has made me sadder. I'm not sure what the happy medium is yet.

[Anonymous]

Yes, before I got married I liked celebrating my birthday. DH does not “believe” in birthdays. We have gone through various iterations… him saying he’d do something but dropping the ball, me doing the planning and him complaining about having to just show up, dropping all expectations of him and just celebrating with friends. The third option is okay, but I really want to celebrate with him and it’s hard to accept that he just won’t. It’s getting to the point where I dread my birthday.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Yes, before I got married I liked celebrating my birthday. DH does not “believe” in birthdays. We have gone through various iterations… him saying he’d do something but dropping the ball, me doing the planning and him complaining about having to just show up, dropping all expectations of him and just celebrating with friends. The third option is okay, but I really want to celebrate with him and it’s hard to accept that he just won’t. It’s getting to the point where I dread my birthday.

Why doesn’t he “believe’ in birthdays? Is he a Jehovas Witness?

[Anonymous]

I just had a birthday and I really didn’t want to acknowledge it because I’m not happy with where I am in my life at the moment. Regret, dissatisfaction with my job, frustration with my spouse, you name it. I hope the year doesn’t suck as bad as it’s feel like it is.

[Anonymous]

No, but my birthdays are not uncomplicated. I’m pretty low key in my celebrations. I was a premie, and my original due date would have been a shared birthday with a now-deceased sibling. My actual birthday is usually quite pleasant— maybe lunch or dinner out, a few gifts, and lots of phone calls. On my “second birthday” I’m usually grateful that I was born when and where I was — allowing me to live a healthy life, but it’s also complicated with sadness and a sense of loss too. I usually plan that as a hermit-chill day, with maybe some journaling, relaxing activities, and a bit of quiet contemplation.

Wishing you well, OP✨

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I do as an adult (mid-40’s).
I loved my birthday growing up, but I think I get the blues now because there’s nobody still alive that was present at my birth (parents, etc).
So in an effort to make it less blue, I tell my children the stories my mother used to tell me, and try to treat myself to something nice.
Welcome to adulthood, OP! I think we make our own happiness. ❤️

Enjoy the journey as we all walk each other home.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Yes, before I got married I liked celebrating my birthday. DH does not “believe” in birthdays. We have gone through various iterations… him saying he’d do something but dropping the ball, me doing the planning and him complaining about having to just show up, dropping all expectations of him and just celebrating with friends. The third option is okay, but I really want to celebrate with him and it’s hard to accept that he just won’t. It’s getting to the point where I dread my birthday.

Jehovah W??

[Anonymous]

My goodness, this is the second thread today.

[Anonymous]

I really only had a wobble on my 30th birthday. I am now 56 and couldn't give a rats ass.