Today is my birthday . . . I am forty one years young. At least that's what I try telling myself (as though reciting some positive affirmation I'm trying to believe in). Truth is I feel anything but. The years seem to slip by and when I pluck up the courage to actually look in the mirror, I often don't recognize the woman looking back at me.
I don't mean to wallow but it is my party and I'll cry if I want to. Okay, so I'm keeping the tears on hold but this past week has been a tough one. I've had a migraine every day and my facial nerve pain has spiked which has left me feeling less than upbeat. At least I have a craniosacral treatment this afternoon which I'm hoping will help.
They say that stress exacerbates pain so the citizenship test I will be taking tomorrow probably isn't helping. I break out into a cold sweat at the mere thought of a test. All common sense flies right out the window and words all to often fail me. I'm hoping that tomorrow my brain gives me a break and makes an exception.