This is the day I was born. I am an avid plant enthusiast, and have a wide range of unique plants–especially tropicals. Plants are my number one hobby.
I was born on 1st day of December 1988. I am not a photographer. I am typical ‘city person’. I would rather spend time in busy city, than somewhere in the nature. I am not even fond of flowers or plant in general – they are just in this world, and that is enough for me.
But I am wilted.
I wilted early, even before I could blossom. I wll turn 30 years old this winter. You can say, it’s a middle of life. It’s like a summer. It is a time in ones life, when you can live fully, achieve, feel, work, play. But I can not.
I am just wilted, like this plant on the photo. As long, as I can remember, my life is just gray, dark, depressing. I AM suffering from depression since I was a child. When I grow older, instead of getting better, I got worse. Anxiety. Fobias. Obsessive-compulsive disorder. Posttraumatic stress disorder. Even though I finally went to psychiatrist and recived help, even though I still attend to therapy, even though I’m getting better… I am still wilted. And I feel like I will never fully blossom, and stay like plant in this photo, forever.
Hi, I was born on the 1st of December 1988 too..
I feel sad about your story 🙁 because I know that shit too.
When I saw that picture, I didn’t see like the others the nature in it (even though I love nature and wildlife and am a strong nature defender) – no, I only saw the wilting, because yes that the first thing that strikes and we can’t help comparing our life to it.
Especially because we’re getting closer to the big step of the 30 years old… and actually it’s not such a big step, it doesn’t have to be. It’s just a normal age, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t fit to the image that often goes with the idea of the typical 30 years old : happy, etc.
Just do what you want to do, like to do, even if it’s nothing big, and I really hope you will get through your depression and manage your disorders. And forget about the past and darkness… it’s never too late to blossom. Only when dead starts the wilting.
And as far as I know, we’ll turn 29 this winter! 30 will be next year’s issue. 🙂
Thursday, December 1, 1988
This was taken on the day I was born. Im a nature, wildlife, landscape photographer! How ironic.
This is the day I was born. I am an avid plant enthusiast, and have a wide range of unique plants–especially tropicals. Plants are my number one hobby.
I was born on 1st day of December 1988. I am not a photographer. I am typical ‘city person’. I would rather spend time in busy city, than somewhere in the nature. I am not even fond of flowers or plant in general – they are just in this world, and that is enough for me.
But I am wilted.
I wilted early, even before I could blossom. I wll turn 30 years old this winter. You can say, it’s a middle of life. It’s like a summer. It is a time in ones life, when you can live fully, achieve, feel, work, play. But I can not.
I am just wilted, like this plant on the photo. As long, as I can remember, my life is just gray, dark, depressing. I AM suffering from depression since I was a child. When I grow older, instead of getting better, I got worse. Anxiety. Fobias. Obsessive-compulsive disorder. Posttraumatic stress disorder. Even though I finally went to psychiatrist and recived help, even though I still attend to therapy, even though I’m getting better… I am still wilted. And I feel like I will never fully blossom, and stay like plant in this photo, forever.
Hi, I was born on the 1st of December 1988 too..
I feel sad about your story 🙁 because I know that shit too.
When I saw that picture, I didn’t see like the others the nature in it (even though I love nature and wildlife and am a strong nature defender) – no, I only saw the wilting, because yes that the first thing that strikes and we can’t help comparing our life to it.
Especially because we’re getting closer to the big step of the 30 years old… and actually it’s not such a big step, it doesn’t have to be. It’s just a normal age, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t fit to the image that often goes with the idea of the typical 30 years old : happy, etc.
Just do what you want to do, like to do, even if it’s nothing big, and I really hope you will get through your depression and manage your disorders. And forget about the past and darkness… it’s never too late to blossom. Only when dead starts the wilting.
And as far as I know, we’ll turn 29 this winter! 30 will be next year’s issue. 🙂
I became a mother for the second time in 1988.