Art Therapist Monica

My birthday was coming up again in May. The birthday in my childhood were a fun thing which I celebrated with my parents and my two siblings. As I grew up it became about friends and nightclubs, fine dining with drinks. In my forties, it became quieter the birthday just another day where most people forgot to wish me and others wished me via a WhatsApp message and I was completely fine with it. The birthday month became a time of grief when my mother died five years ago. My