In a few months (March 7, 2026) I will be turning 30. In so many ways, I expected this birthday would mark something. It's thirty, after all. The birthday for sitcom friends having a midlife crisis. A birthday away from your 20s, an entrance into your adult life. A birthday when you're expected to be in some kind of committed relationship, married, maybe even starting a family. Maybe you put a down payment on a house, and set your sights on a blossoming career.
That's not where I will be this March, and I am pleasantly surprised with that reality. I will be turning 30 with complete control of my healing. For me, that is more than enough.
