If I invite myself, was I ever really wanted?
The other week I went to a kid’s birthday party, which is something my few loved ones always question, knowing how sensitive I am to feelings that I don’t matter, especially around my relatives. I decided to ignore them and go anyway, telling myself I’d be fine with it all. But deep down, the real
Birthdays
Growing up, birthdays were the one day in my life that I believed I would recieve care, love and attention. Because that wasn’t what I was getting every other day in my life. I wanted to feel like I mattered to someone, because as a child I very quickly learned that I did not matter
Not like old times, eh?
I’m in the living room nervously waiting for a call from a old friend. A catch-up call. We hadn’t spoken in over a year. So we found time in our diaries to talk. This is the kind of friend I’d catch up with once every few years. She’s a good person, recently has become a
It was never about the dress…..
“I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.”- Sylvia Plath When I was young child – dawats (family gatherings) used to be a thing for me. It was a late Saturday afternoon, my mammy (aunt) hosted a dawat. I was excited to escape