Every year, I have the same nightmare right before my birthday strikes. Everybody forgets about my big day and nobody comes to my party.
My anxiety used to be through the roof. I had dizzy spells in the shower. I can't drink caffeinated coffee or energy drinks. Ironcially and surprisingly, living in New York has somewhat mitigated this. I've become a much calmer person in the two and a half years (EXACTLY today!) that I've lived here.
But this damn dream. I don't normally have it until closer to my birthday, but the last two days have brought sleepless nights and I'm exhausted. I just want to get it over with.
In real life, I do still worry that people will forget. I always get very excited about the birthdays of my family and friends and I hope that they will do the same for me. At press time I have no party planned so at least that part can't come true!