Lonely birthday: no one wishes me a happy birthday because I’m disabled.

Lying on the bed in the dark room, I looked up at the ceiling with blurry eyes. The picture of my life seems to have lost its color a long time ago. Every year, on this day, I feel more lonely than ever.

My birthday – a day when many people in this world are congratulated, celebrated and loved. But to me, it’s just a normal day, a day where I tell myself there’s no need to expect anything.h-a-n-h

Disability – that’s a word I’ve always had to live with since birth. Legs that I haven’t been able to feel since I learned to walk, and arms that I can’t use like everyone else. My eyes, it seems, have lost the ability to see the beautiful colors of the world.

But perhaps, the loneliest thing about my birthday is not the absence of loved ones, but the lack of understanding from those around me. They don’t know the pain and anxiety I face every day. They don’t know that every birthday greeting can bring great joy to me.

However, in this moment, I cannot blame anyone. Life is like that, sometimes it’s not fair. Instead, I learned to accept and find joy in the small things, in the peaceful moments with my favorite music, in the pages of books that opened before my eyes.

And it seems that, in this loneliness, I found peace. Because whether someone congratulates me or not, whether someone remembers me or not, I still exist and live, with my own emotions and thoughts.

My birthday may be lonely, but in that loneliness, I find the strength and patience to continue walking in this life, no matter how difficult it is.h-a-n-h