A few years ago, a therapist suggested that I use the day I told my parents as a special day, rather than a dreaded one. The past few years, I've been painting and going out for ice cream to celebrate my strength.
This year, I'm not feeling it. I know I should do something anyway, but I can't seem to think of anything that excites me or even interests me.
Tomorrow is Celebrate Your Strength Day, but I don't know if I have any strength to celebrate.