The Days Will Get Better

It will get better...

Today, I sit at work thinking about my life and how it will reach 27 years in 4 days. Every year I seem to sulk or be depressed around this time. Why? I often think that I have a chemical imbalance or have bi-polar. But, I doubt that. I believe there is another neurological problem that I endure. Maybe its old age, maybe its fear of the unknown. But, I can not be so sure. This year, I was scheduled to have a big party in my backyard but I cancelled it and my friends made me feel like FACEBOOK was such a serious thing that I cried myself to sleep for not being considerate to others about MY birthday. But, as the morning is anew, I realize that its MY birthday and I can cry if I want to. I have been through A LOT these past few weeks. A LOT. The day I traveled to Miami to see my favorite singer of the moment, Beyonce, I became ill with laryngitis. I had to drive myself to the Emergency Room at 3 o'clock in the morning. I was alone in my house for 5 days with NO voice and I was told that my ER picture looked thirsty with attention. The next week, 4th of July, I was still very ill and I couldn't go home to be with family because of 2 flat tires. The following week, I returned to the football field to play for my league and sprained my ankle. And on top of it all, I quit smoking and am super stressed. I also have obligations as Maid of Honor for my best friends wedding and its overwhelming me. So, forgive me for being a DIVA and being semi-dramatic but I feel I'm fucking warranted. That is all....