Birthday PTSD
I believe I am over the hump of my Birthday PTSD. You would assume correctly if you rehearse to yourself the meaning of PTSD as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. You assume incorrectly if you think this has anything to do with the fact that I am closer to 60 than 50. That fact in and of itself can be a cause of stress. But the "Post" of my disorder started a couple decades ago when one might say I was in the prime of my life. Without throwing my husband under the bus, let me first say that Trent is the person I give credit for making all my dreams come true. It may have been a wild ride at times, our 25 years together has been full of fantastic adventures, lots of laughs and eye rolls and a fair share of him succeeding in getting a rise out of me. Which leads us back to my Birthday PTSD. The first signs that Trent didn't give much credence to calendar dates and holidays came early on. I was leaving on a Singles Cruise on Valentine's Day 1999...
