It’s my birthday! Today, I turn 36 years old.
Birthdays are a time for many things, in my view. They are a time to celebrate the gift of getting older because it truly is a gift. They are a time to reflect on my life (what went well this year? what was hard about this year?). They are a time to think about the future and the kind of person I want to be in five, ten, fifteen years. And they are a time to be grateful for this life I have because it truly is a good one.
I’m in the second-half of my thirties now and what a wild ride it has been. I started off this decade by celebrating with friends at a small house party and then, a little over two years later, the pandemic happened. Life came to a halt for a full year, and it wasn’t until this year that things finally started to feel like they did pre-pandemic. That’s not to say Covid is over, of course, because it never will be. But to me, I treat Covid like I treat the flu. I get my vaccines, I stay home if I’m feeling ill, but I don’t wear masks anymore and I don’t think about Covid all that much.
It was a hard year for my mental health. I remember being at the dentist in early January and the dental hygienist asking me at the end of the appointment if I had any summer plans. I spiraled, you guys. While I forced a smile for the hygienist and offered a breezy, “Oh, not sure yet!”, inside, I was paralyzed with fear. Summer plans? What if my life looked completely different by the summer because something terrible happened to myself or my family? How could I even begin to look forward to summertime when I was just trying to make it through January with my sanity intact?
That episode prompted an appointment with my medical doctor because it was time to take a look at my medication levels. I was hoping to either make a change to my Lexapro dose or get a referral to a psychiatrist, but instead, that appointment devolved into the doctor giving me a lecture on losing weight. I left that appointment frustrated but immediately booked an appointment with a psychiatrist through Zocdoc. My psychiatrist is amazing. She is kind and compassionate. She reminds me that this anxiety I’m experiencing isn’t something I have to live with. With her guidance, I increased my Lexapro dose from 20 mg to 30 mg, which did incredible things to stabilize my anxiety levels almost immediately.
My psychiatrist has instilled in me this idea that improving my mental health involves more than just medication, although she knows how important it is. It’s also about getting sunshine on my eyeballs, moving my body, eating foods that improve gut health, and talk therapy. All of this together brings about a much improved mental state where I’m not spiraling just because someone asked me about my summer plans.
One of the brightest spots of my year was my dating life. For five months, I dated a very wonderful woman who ticked all of the boxes for me. She was a huge reader like me, she was kind and compassionate, she was dedicated to social justice causes. We got to do the most delightfully bookish things, like going on bookstore dates and going to coffee shops to read together. It felt like the ideal partnership.
The relationship ended, though, because as much as I enjoyed spending time with her and even though she ticked off all of the right boxes, the connection I craved just wasn’t there. I needed more and I knew, deep in my soul, that I wasn’t going to be able to get that from her. It was heartbreaking to end the relationship, but I know it was the right call and I haven’t regretted it a single day since. (I have regretted losing a friend, though. That part sucks.)
But there was so much good that came from this relationship: Most importantly, I was able to finally come out to everyone in my life. It’s not as if I was hiding my queer identity from people, but I have trouble opening up to people IRL. There were even close friends who didn’t know! I wanted to tell them. I knew they would be happy for me. But vulnerability is difficult for me (IRL, definitely not on this blog, ha) and I didn’t want the attention. But I did it. I told friends, I told Instagram, I told family. It was scary, but there wasn’t a single negative response to coming out. I am so grateful for that! Part of the reason it took me so long to come out is because I was so terrified of this news changing the way people saw me and changing my relationships. But it has only made them stronger and it has allowed me to live my most authentic life.
To the girl who would see cute girl couples together and feel so jealous of them and so sad she would never experience that for herself, look at you now. You get to be you and date the people you want to date. What a gift!
Last year, I wrote this on my annual birthday post: I need to start a journey toward healthy living, but I’m scared. Every time I have tried to do so, I’ve been unhappy.
Enter: My dietician. I am so glad I decided to seek out the services of a dietician so I can learn how to fuel my body in a way that feels satisfying and enjoyable. It’s not about losing weight, but rather about understanding what nourishes my body and how to eat intuitively. My dietician is a supportive, welcoming, kind human who just wants me to have a good relationship with food and to eat in a way that will support the goals I have for myself, like lowering my risk for heart disease.
My dietician has helped me better understand the way my body works. During our first meeting, we talked about what fears I have about changing my eating habits and I told her, very bluntly, that I just don’t think I have what it takes to eat healthy for a sustained period of time. I’m just not built to do that. Once things start to feel hard, I quit. I stop eating well. I order takeout more or get a big bag of pizza rolls to have for dinner every night.
What I’ve learned from these sessions with my dietician is not that I don’t have what it takes or that healthy living is an impossible task… but rather, I just need my food to be exciting. For example, for a long time, I was having a mid-morning snack of string cheese and nuts but suddenly, I stopped wanting those nuts. They grossed me out. And usually, that’s when I start to beat myself up. “I’m just not cut out for this. Eating healthy is too hard!” But when I brought this quandary to my dietician, she reminded me that all it means is that we need to figure out a different snack, something that would be exciting and delicious for me to eat.
That’s the true benefit I have found from seeing a dietician. It’s not necessarily learning the best foods to eat to properly nourish my body (although that has been very helpful!)… it’s about the psyche around food and the stories we tell ourselves when things feel tough. My dietician has all of the faith in me and that has translated to me feeling better about myself and the way I approach eating.
This year was one for the memory books, too. The amazing Bri somehow scored tickets to Taylor Swift’s Tampa show and our seats were insane. She puts on an amazing show and I was forever changed by the experience. I took a cruise on my birthday where I got to ride in a hot air balloon, jump off a cliff in Jamaica, and tube down a river. I explored Charleston with my mom during her birthday weekend. I got my third tattoo, took a knife skills class, and learned how to French braid my own hair. I went to my first-ever Pride parade, earned a nice raise at work, and fell in love with Barbie. And, oh yeah, I GOT LASIK! That’s not something I expected to happen this year, but I would like to thank my parents for giving me super thick corneas that made traditional LASIK an easy procedure. (Also, shout-out to CareCredit for helping me finance the cost.)
It’s been a year filled with ups and downs, but when I look back on the year and when I reflect on the person I am today, at 36 years old, I am really satisfied with who I am and this life I have built. The next year will be a difficult one, as it will likely involve saying goodbye to my uncle (which feels so surreal to even type) and supporting my cousin through all that comes with that. But hopefully, it will also be a year filled with love, optimism, and beautiful memories.
