Friday was my 28th birthday. Last week was really a flurry of friends, family, food, walking through the streets of Seattle at sunset, and for many reasons, one of the best birthdays I think I’ve probably ever had.
Upon checking my mail on Friday I found a letter from my disability attorney. Excited, but skeptical, I opened the letter and found that my court hearing date has finally been set. February 13th, 2014.
This may have been the best birthday gift of all. After all, I applied last December, and ever since the game has been one of waiting and not knowing what would come next. Little did I know, I would be reminded of this important looming decision (one totally out of my hands) every time I saw a commercial for insurance. Every time I talked to a member of my family. Every time I sat down to write a blog post about having bipolar disorder.
This new news set my mind at ease, even if only for a month or two before the real anxiety of the hearing itself comes to fruition.
I know I didn’t have anything to do with this letter coming in the mail, but I feel inclined to pat myself on the back. After all, I made it this far. Happy birthday to me!