Today, I turned 15.

But instead of candles and cake, I was met with silence — the kind that echoes louder than words ever could. No messages. No calls. Not even a “happy birthday.” The world moved on like it was any other day, while I sat there, quietly hoping someone might remember.

It’s strange — how one day can carry so much meaning to you, yet feel invisible to everyone else. I didn’t expect a party. I didn’t need presents. All I wanted was a sign that I mattered. A small reminder that I wasn’t alone.

I scrolled through my phone — over and over — refreshing, waiting, pretending like I wasn’t waiting. But still, nothing.

And it hurt. More than I thought it would. Because behind every brave smile is a heart that just wants to be seen.

But as the sun set, I realized something: today was about me. Not because someone remembered… but because I did. I made it. Through another year. Through quiet battles no one saw. Through lonely days and unspoken worries. I’m still here.

So maybe this year, the celebration doesn’t come from outside. Maybe it comes from within — from knowing I’ve grown stronger, kinder, braver.

Happy birthday to me. Even if no one else said it — I will.

And if you’re reading this, and you’ve ever felt forgotten on your special day… know this: you matter. You always did. And you’re not alone.