It's (almost) my birthday and I'll cry if I want to...
I'm not sure why my birthday torments me each year. You'd think that by my survival and making it another year would make me feel victorious, indeed! But it actually puts me in a state of depression, something I've been struggling to overcome. Those who know me well know that I don't just take things in life. If I don't like something, I will do whatever it takes to change it. My emotional roller coaster around my birthday (and a lot of holidays) has had me perplexed. As I had a complete meltdown today- alone in the house - I realized that my vulnerable state gives Satan a tiny opening to feed lies into my head. He doesn't want me to be happy -- I SHOULD be miserable, angry and depressed. After all, he worked so hard to torment me and break me down. This is my weak moment because my emotions are just overloaded. But here is something he cannot take away. I am a survivor. I have gone through some cruel abuse a child and adolescent - a human being, in